Nico De Angelo Novels & Stories

I said as I sat on the table. "Nico is unanimously known for his player ways, but he's actually a huge sadist, and has a soft spot for two girls who look like they're doing it. He likes being dominated and made less of a man as society would call it, if you ask me he's a real weirdo who's got money and can't make good friends, bad judgement and the worst when it comes to making decisions, hence the mommy's boy part but he's handsome, at least he's got that going for him," I said with a shrug, and while everyone else looked impressed, Gwen looked annoyed that I knew so much. However, the look Theo was giving me had me crossing my legs over the other.

"Sir . " Nico put the gun away and Angelo seemed calm. Nico's eyes went softer when he looked at me and this time he didn't look angry. Angelo had shielded me in such a way that Nico couldn't see me properly . Angelo slid his arm around my waist and I flinched a bit in pain. "Nico this is Cleo. My girlfriend. " Nico looked at me and smiled. I broke the silence. "You're Nicolai's brother . You look like the slimmer version of him. What did Rachel say to you?"

" He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man equaled to L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie.... where are my manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Della Morte E Del Terrore.'

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-"

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.

“And you, young man, come here. So, you’re the one who stole our Angela away.” He shrugged. “I guess I am.” Always the best actor, he smiled and walked to her to embrace and kiss the celebrant. “I hope she’s not talking weird in bed,” Mrs. Antonetta whispered at him. “That traitor is a genius. I hope she’s not talking numbers while having -” “Woah!” I cut in. “Too many ears to cover, Mrs. Antonetta.” I laughed. “I only have two hands. Even if daddy joined me, we still have one pair to cover.”

I think his name was Theo or something. His hair was wet and he only had a towel wrapped lose on his lower area. He looked very hot and angry. And oh he had some nice abs too. Wait is that some eight packs I see? Holy cow! He has eight packs and some ripped muscles too. As much as I wanted to look away, the drops of water on his chest trailing down to his v-line was calling on to me. Literally.

Nikola sounded like cooling him. ""Non mi fido di te dannazione, riportala indietro! (I don't trust you dammit, bring her back!)," Luciano wasn't buying it. I wished I could understand Italian. "Non avrei mai pensato che saresti stato così follemente innamorato di qualcuno. Non hai mai toccato la sua figa eppure riesci a comportarti come un amante dipendente. (I never thought you would be this crazy in love with someone ever. You never touched a woman's pussy yet you manage to act like an addicted lover)," Nikola seemed to be fueling the fire as he growled louder.

I say. I’ve been mulling over this for the last few hours on the way back to Italy, and the only conclusion I have come up with is using Nico’s knowledge of war against Allessio. He stood alongside Dante as they fought the Muratori’s so long ago; he would know how to fight Allessio. Nico looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “How do you expect me to keep a level head when my wife and children are missing?” He asks.

“You didn’t. You didn’t.” Nero’s mouth twitched, impressed but not broken. “Wow. You’re stronger than I thought. Still won’t save you.” Alessio’s gun snapped up. “Try me.” But Nero didn’t run. He just smiled and backed toward a trapdoor. Again. “You can kill me now,” Nero hummed. “Or you can come find out where the next angel is.” Alessio’s jaw clenched. “You’re bluffing.” Nero’s grin widened. “There’s another one. Coded to Noa. A girl this time. Pretty thing. She’s already on her way to one of your safehouses.”