Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo Fanart Cute

They were clearly well cared for. Nico stood up politely. “Hello, sir.” Damiano gestured to a box placed beside him—fruit, healthy snacks, toys. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Nico.” “You’ve been very good,” Damiano said, signaling for a rare limited-edition race car. “This is for you.” Nico stepped back. “It’s too expensive.” Lucia smiled softly. “It’s from Signor Damiano. Take it—and say thank you.” “Thank you, Signor Damiano.”

And I’ll make sure it comes home with me. My expression darkened as I saw Angelo approaching. "Well, I never knew you were a fan of Ellaine Laurant, Brother," he said, standing beside me. "I just like the painting." Angelo’s grin widened. "Let’s see how much you really like this piece," he said meaningfully. Before I could respond, he raised his hand. "Eight million dollars!" Angelo shouted. My jaw clenched. He was clearly trying to provoke me. "What the hell are you doing, Angelo?" I asked.

I pass the baby to him. Niko cradles Angelo to his chest with one arm, the other going to the back of his head. “Why are you crying? Hmm? You're a big boy and big boys don’t cry" He murmured lowly but I heard him as I am close to the door "Why don’t you come with me, let's give your mama some peace yes? That’s a good boy” he mummers to a still crying Angelo who is now looking at his papa, a fat tear hanging on his eyelash.

" 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.'

“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.”

He takes my hand and places a kiss on it. “Hey, Dario.” He smiles sincerely and gazes out into the lush green grounds, then looks back at me. He has a roguish dimple on his cheek, which adds to his allure. “Listen, Dario. There’s something I want to tell you.” I whisper awkwardly. Dario cocks his head to the side with a puzzled expression. “What is it, Anjo?” Angel My hair flails around me as the wind picks up. Brushing tendrils away from my eyes, I cross my arms in front of my chest and clear my dry throat. “You remember the guy I told you about? Argent?”

“You know I only downloaded I*******m again to check that guy’s tattoo design…” Lucas turned. Slowly. Dangerously. “The guy who keeps liking your selfies and calling you pretty boy in your DMs?” Nico blinked. “He said I had good bone structure.” Lucas cocked a brow. “And that made you smile like a teenager with a crush?” “I always smile like that.” “Not at me.” That one hit. Nico’s bottom lip wobbled, just slightly. “Lucas…” But Lucas turned away again, folding shirts methodically, muscles in his back tensing under the soft stretch of his white tee. Silent. Cold.

Ashley cried out, back arching against the cool mirror. “Look,” Nico commanded, turning her head toward their reflection. “Watch how perfectly you take your Daddy’s cock.” She couldn’t look away. The mirrors showed everything — Dante’s powerful body driving into her, muscles flexing, her own face flushed with unwanted pleasure, breasts bouncing with every thrust. Nico moved behind Dante, but then stepped to her side. He freed his thick cock and fed it into her mouth while Dante fucked her harder. “Such a good little slut for your Daddies,” Nico praised, voice rough as he slid deep into her throat. “Even when you’re angry, this pussy drips for us.”

' I snarked cutting him off. 'You see.' she said getting off the counter and moving to the seat next to Angelo 'I love my ass but if I stay in bed all day like you it might get flat like the bimbos you fuck. And why would I do that to my precious ass?' She turned her head to Angelo. 'Who is you?' 'Angelo Novellican.' 'Hm, did he kidnap you as well?' 'No.' 'Are you sure?' 'Yes.'

“Mafia? Oh hell nah! I don't ever want to get involved with those blood suckers. He doesn't look like he's one of them.” Nico smiled. “Oh no. Don't tell me you like him.” “I don't even know his name!” “Yet you're blushing.” He poked my cheek. “Anthony never made you blush talking about sex.” I shoved him off the bed. “Out. I need to shower off my poor life choices.” As I got out of the shower, I saw Nico sprawled across my couch like a starfish, his mouth full of my latest experiment. “Holy shit,” he mumbled around the food. “What is this?”