Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo Fanart

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-"

“You two are going to be…” Nicolas let go of Angelina and getting down on his knee in front of Aiden, he grabbed him by his collar and forced him to look him in the eye “come again?” “Tyler?” He asked, frowning in confusion. “Nicolas D’Angelo” Nicolas answered coldly. He grabbed his chin, and digging his fingers in his jaw, the man flinched, trying to move from his grip; however, Nicolas simply tightened it, drawing out blood. I looked at Dante who glared at me, clearly annoyed by what he just saw happening, but putting a hand on my waist, his touch was gentle despite the anger “what are you going to do?”

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 just said trying not to look at his green eyes that much. “Whenever you want to escape, find this place. I’ll be here.” His words confused me. “I’m already here, I don’t want to go back.” He smiled at me making my heart melt and my body froze. His hand slowly wiped some stands of my hair from my face hiding them behind my ears. “Just remember what I said,” he spoke with a very low and deep voice. “Please tell me your name.” I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

He laughs, “ You just couldn't wait, could you?” “ There is something important to me that I needed to retrieve.” “ Fuck that shit! You think I am angry about sneaking you out of the club?” “ Then what are you angry about?” He laughs like a maniac and finally drops my hand. “Fuck this shit, you know what, I am too sober for this shit.” He takes out his signature cigar and walks away, leaving me behind with Santino, who stopped in his tracks to watch the drama in front of him.

“To the powder room?” “Right.” He gets back into his seat. I don’t go to the villa. Instead, I take a stroll around the garden, admiring the beautifully manicured landscape. I spot an old-looking fountain of two angels with their hands in the air and I make my way there. The angels look like they're holding the water as it shoots out of their hands. It’s a mesmerizing piece, and I get lost in watching the flow of the water when I hear, “It was made during the Renaissance around the fifteen hundreds, but I can’t remember.” I turn around to see Nico standing in a casual pose with him in his pocket.

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.

"Miss Rossi. It's Nico Torrino." My blood runs cold. Nico. Damien's most trusted man. "What do you want?" "Easy now, bella. Just a business call." His voice is relaxed, but I know the danger beneath it. "I have no business with the Costellos." "Oh, but we do," Nico chuckles. "I'm calling on behalf of an anonymous collector. He wants you to restore a painting. The price is very generous." "I don't take anonymous commissions." "Not even for a million dollars?"

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?”

~~Romeo Amoretti~~ “That video… is crazy. Oh my fucking god, Niccolo, you’re a pervert!” Nero shouted, clutching the phone like a lifeline. His face was practically pressed against it. I don’t know how he can see anything from that close up. It’s actually insane.