Nicola Alexandria DeAngelo was born to the proud parents of Alexander and Elsia DeAngelo, in New York City.  The apple of her daddy's eye, he had dubbed her with the nickname "Miss_Niki" the moment he saw her beautiful smiling face.  Her parents absolutely adored her, from the tip of her chubby toes, to her sea green eyes and curly brown locks of hair.  She grew up in a loving home where she was treated like a princess.  But even a princess can get into mischief once in awhile, especially when she would play with her "Brother" (The son of one of her father's associates). 

Miss_Niki was spoiled not only by her father, but also by his associates at the "office". Her father's associates had taken her under their wing and started showing her the ropes at an early age.  By age 7, she had been assigned her own bodyguard, Rocco, and he was still in her employment to this day. He had proven on more than one occasion that he would give up his life to protect her and that made Miss_Niki love him all the more.  Over the years, Rocco had become more of an uncle than hired hand, mentoring and watching out for her as she continued to have an affinity toward mischief.  With the watchful eyes of her father, Rocco, and the associates, any type of relationship with someone of the opposite sex was frowned upon.  At age sixteen, she attempted to date a boy, but he was quickly persuaded that he needed to seek someone else's attention by her father.  Miss_Niki's father would never feel that any boy/man would be good enough for his princess.  As time passed, she began to understand the world she was being groomed to operate within and avoided relationships to avoid further complications. 

At the age of 22 and being a free spirit, she packed her bags and moved from New York to Las Vegas.  She wanted to see more of the world and make a name for herself without always riding on her father's coattails.  Her father reluctantly agreed to let her go, but only on one condition, that Rocco accompany her and remain employed as her bodyguard and protector.  Miss_Niki accepted her father's condition, even though she knew Rocco would report back on her dealings.  The long goodbye at the airport was torturous and she had second guessed herself numerous times. Eyes filled with tears, her "Brother" and her made a pact to stay in contact. They promised to write periodically and would make a point to visit each other often.  Then she said goodbye to her father and as he took her face in his hands, he told her that he was very proud of the woman she had become and reminded her to call if she needed anything.  The kindness and love pouring from her father bent her resolve to the point of breaking, but did not shatter. She loved her father and he had been her everything growing up. She fiercely wiped away the tears, knowing that she had been groomed for this adventure and was ready to take on the world. With a final hug, her and Rocco boarded the plane.

When she arrived in Las Vegas, the first thing she noticed was the dry hot air, which was so different from New York. The people were different too as they seemed to always be dressed up in a glamorous way.  Even on a Tuesday afternoon that she had arrived, numerous couples could be seen dressed in sequin dresses and tuxedos. The two cities were in such contrast to one another.  While New York was business like and the people were standoffish, Las Vegas seemed like a celebration would break out any minute and everyone  was ready to drink and party.  And for a girl of her age with a mischievous nature, this was the town for her.  She was met at the airport by a short man holding up a sign with the words "Miss Niki" boldly printed on the front.   She looked at Rocco and he nodded his approval. She was stunned with the realization that her father was always watching over her, even now, thousands of miles away.  She and Rocco entered the Bentley the man drove to the airport and then he escorted them to a suburb called Summerlin. It wasn't as glitzy as the strip, but, that suited her just fine. She and Rocco followed the man into a building once they arrived at their destination. He motioned them into an office, where a Hispanic gentleman turned to face them.  "My name is Rafa. I am a friend of Alexander DeAngelo's. We had dealings in NY together and he called me to ask me if I'd put you up and give you a job for a while." She smiled. She knew that she had found her family, all the way out here in Las Vegas.