Is Nico Di Angelo Gay Novels & Stories

When I looked at Ang, it seemed like he had figured out why I lied. Well, nice meeting you too, Nicole; my name is Angelo Rodriguez, but you can call me Ang," Ang said, followed by a broad smile. For some reason, I heard a gasp from Nicole, and I stopped myself from smiling because it looked like she immediately liked Ang. "No way!" I heard Nicole exclaim, so I immediately faced her and saw the surprise on her face. I was thinking that she might really have taken a liking to Ang, which is a possibility considering how good looking and likeable he is. "What do you mean, no way, Nicole?" I asked, confused.

Mario turned to his son. "And this is my one and only biological son, Nico," he stepped forward and took my free hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. I smiled. Nico had short black hair, had glasses, a black suit and tattoos. A lot of them. His fingers were cold from the rings he had on. Safe to say, he was hot. "Call me Nico. I hate being called Niccolò." "Figlio!" Chiara said in a harsh tone. "Mi dispiace mama," he looked over at Chris. "So, you sure he's not-"

he remarked in an angry tone but Angelo wasn't bothered at his words because he was his friend, and hence he needed to know every tiny detail about him including his private bedroom affair "Drop the formalities and tell me what's cooking, back at that masquerade party you saw those two kissings, didn't you?" Angelo said, looking straight at him and seeing how Emiliano's face morphed into something deadly as he clenched his fist, hating every moment of that night. Yes, he found out about Sia being a Navarro a while back and knew she was about to marry Logan, at first, he thought she was being forced to marry him but when Trey informed him about their little past affairs he had his suspicions

He removes his finger and thumb from my face. “I will not dress to match you.” I hiss at him. He chuckles throwing his head back and laughs, it’s deep and throaty, even his laugh is sexy. I hate that about a man, don’t you? When you can’t stand the person and everything they stand for, but your body wants them so bad, they look too good, like candy in a gorgeous box that is tempting but evil as sin to your body. That is Nico Santangelo, he is the devil in disguise, he is all things evil and dark.

“You? Helping someone out of the goodness of your heart? Come on, Angelo. We’ve known you since you were stealing cigars from your old man’s stash. You don’t just ‘return favours.’” I kept my expression neutral. “This is different.” “Different how?” Nico pressed, his tone sharper now. “Because she’s young and scared? Or because you feel something for her?” I frowned, my jaw tightening. “This isn’t about feelings. Don’t start making assumptions.” “Oh, come on,” Marco said, throwing his hands up. “You expect us to believe this isn’t about pity or… something else? She’s not just another pawn, Angelo. We can see it.”

“Right, I forgot your heart is made of stone, and you can’t feel any feelings for a woman. You know, maybe you need a man in your life to make love make sense.” Instead of being offended like I thought he would be, he laughed. “You are the only one who can speak to me like that and get away with it,” he remarked. “And if you think I am appalled by the idea of having a male lover, you are mistaken. I respect love in all forms.” I was hoping to anger him, but it didn’t work. I heard most men in the mafia were homophobic. Obviously, Nico wasn’t one of those. I realized how lonely it was to be cooped up in his house. I would be miserable and would only think of Nero’s engagement party, which was

“What's that?” He asked Angela. “What's what?” Angela replied with a tight frown. “That Asian bitch just signalled you”. “I don't see any signal”. Angela snarled. “And can you be respectful,he is an icon like you”she added. “He is gay”. Antonio said unapologetically.

I know I strike a nerve when I see his jaw clench and flex tightly. “I always knew there was a fire beneath the shy, clueless girl I raised,” Angelo flexes. “That’s how you became the wife of Rino Garcia, betrayed him, and still stand here breathing—alive, unarmed—is that not?” Angelo chuckles. “The lessons and beatings definitely did work, then,” he strikes.

I’m still answering the same with the same tone. “Tell him yes,” Angelo’s voice made me gasp. He is whispering to me. Gladly, I’m the only person who can see him. He is right by me looking unamused with my situation. “Yes,” I changed my answer which made my dad get his hands off me and step backwards. “What did you just say?” My stepmom tried to confirm it. Now it’s confusing why my dad would act as such hearing his Angelo’s name. “I’m with Angelo, that night,” I said and her eyes widened. I saw how my stepmom step back too hugging my dad.

I traced the door handle, then the window button… “Don’t think about it, love.” My eyes snapped in his direction. “What?” Nico was staring straight ahead, a gun in his hand. “Don’t think about what you’re thinking right now.” He turned to me with a wide smile on his face. “How do you kn—” He blew the end of the gun. “Unlike Angelo, I won’t hesitate to kill you. It would bring me pleasure.” Bastard. He was now second on my list.