Nico Di Angelo Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I slip my boots off, hearing the shower being turned off. A ball of steam circles Angelo as he steps out with nothing but a towel around his waist. Goddess this man was made to sin. My mouth is practically salivating as my hormones go on overdrive looking at my mate. His toned perfect pecs and his toned abs, and I'll never get sick of seeing my name tattooed over his heart. Angelo chuckles as he stands before me using his finger to tilt my face up to look at him. “Did you miss me, Diablo?” he asks looking into my white eyes, I swallow suddenly having a dry throat; Fucking hell, Den get your shit together.

“You okay though? For real. Nothing weird has been happening lately?” I shrug. “Not really. I just… find Nico really attractive.” She barks a laugh. “You find a dangerous mafia don attractive? That’s hot.” “Fuck you, guy.” “I’m not judging! I’m just saying — Nico Vescari hasn’t looked at anyone in years. Don’t be heartbroken if he doesn’t stare at you like you stare at him.” “He’s just a good looking man, it’s not that deep. I just need to journal.”

“Where’d you go? We’ve been trying to find you.” Nikolas, a couple of inches shorter than Angelo, with a slightly slimmer build, had the same coloring and blue eyes as his older brother, but kept his hair shorter. Plus, whereas Nikolas always wore a tie to work, Angelo almost never did. Nikolas always teased him about his model-worthy bed-head look and how he should have a more polished business appearance. Angelo refused. He liked a few loose threads here and there. “Yeah, I know,” Angelo said, running his fingers through his hair.

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.

“Or maybe I’m doing him a favor. Reminding him what happens when he leaves an angel alone in a cage.” I bit my lip, pretending to fumble with the ledger on the counter. “If he comes in here-” “He won’t.” Nico’s grin widened, wicked and sure. “You know why? Because if he does, your pretty little hands would be stained red. And Dante can’t stand the thought of that. So he’ll sit in that car, burning, while you laugh with me.” I looked up at him, another laugh slipping free, sweeter, softer, honed to perfection. Innocent on the surface, but sharpened just enough to twist the knife.

Dim, ambient lighting from designer sconces and a modern chandelier casts a warm glow, completing the room’s atmosphere: refined, dangerous, and undeniably captivating. Framed pictures of himself, vintage cars, and cityscapes hang on the walls, hinting at power, legacy, and control. One picture catches my attention. It's a picture of Nico hugging a very beautiful girl from the back, and laughing happily. I suddenly feel a pang of jealousy, and I turn toward him. “Who is she, Nico??”

August gave a gesture from the rear. The media representatives were werefocused on the coffin as though Nico would jump out at any anytime. I took a seat at the podium and switched on the microphone. My voice bounced back. “We are burying a man today who the world did not deserve. Hold on,” I started. One tear fell from my eye. It wasn't all a lie "Nico D'Angelo was a husband, a father, an investor, a crazy person, and a mystery. But he loved intensely above all else; most especially, he was passionate about those who were unaware of their own worth.”

“You’re beautiful, and I’m sure you and my brother would look good together. Too bad he’s dead.” When their parents heard what Angelus said, sadness suddenly enveloped the atmosphere. “You’re too crazy, Angelus. You just made mom and dad feel bad. Besides, I don’t want to have a relationship with myself. I’m not a narcissist.” Angelo said to himself. “I know, since I’m the most handsome human being in the entire world,” Angelo said with an annoying smile. “But even though I’m handsome, I won’t hit Angelo.” “It’s a pity. You’re into girls,” Angelo’s mother sadly said because she thought her son finally had a girlfriend again. “You and Angelo look good together too bad my son seems weak in the

“We give her a few minutes to get inside, then we move.” “Do you think he’s really that fucking dumb to think she’d just waltz back in without a fight?” I mutter, my jaw tight. “He’s arrogant,” Nero replies. “Arrogant enough to believe he’s got the upper hand. We’ll use that against him.” I grind my teeth, watching the packhouse in the distance. It’s taking everything in me not to charge in there and tear him apart, but I hold back because I know Nero’s right. This needs to be clean, precise.

From the back, Damien muttered under his breath, “Touch him again and I’ll break your hand.” Nico kept directing. “Open the shirt more. Show more of that tattoo. Perfect. Now give me the fuck-me eyes. Yeah, just like that.” Kai shifted uncomfortably. “Can we tone it down a bit? I’m not shooting for an adult magazine here.” Nico waved his hand. “This is art. Trust me. One more pose. Get on your knees for me. Hands on the floor. Look up.” Kai hesitated but did it. “Like this?”