Nico Di Angelo Fanart Novels & Stories

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 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.

" 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.'

Angelo angrily shouted as he pulled his hair because of frustration. He furiously jumped on the soft bed- trying to ease the boiling anger that- he; felt inside of him. Punching the bed several times, Angelo mumbled some curse words while hiding his face on the pillow. “Argh!” he shouted as he punched while kicking the air. “I’ll certainly remember what you did, you ugly Homosapien, and I will have- my revenge on you a hundredfold. You wait and see you perverted, ugly, disgusting Homosapien. You’re going to taste the revenge of this ultra handsome Angelo Ian Diano. I’ll make sure that you would beg for forgiveness for stealing my first kiss and for molesting my precious; lips.”

“There you are pretty boy, I decided to give you and the bitch a chance to talk,’ she paused and glanced towards Angela. “Damn why did she dress like she was going for some night clubbing, she looked terrible even after being styled by Montero's personal stylist” Antonio shifted his glance from Angela to her face as his eyes went darker. “What do you want?” He took out a cigar and clamped the stick in-between his teeth. He definitely looked pissed, she noticed. “What do I want? Hmm, are you sure you want to know what I…” She paused abruptly after getting stabbed by his dark eyes, she cleared her throat and continued. “The fans have been waiting for hours, what is the problem sir? And that lo

It’s hard to tell for sure in the dim light. “Is it all there?” the stranger asks, the question directed at his men rifling through the eight bags at his feet. “It’s all there, boss,” one of them confirms with a tip of his head. Nico stands still, hands clasped in front of him as he stares ahead at his client. The other man nods, jaw ticking as he holds Nico’s gaze for a beat too long which would make any normal person uncomfortable. But Nico isn’t a normal person—he’s a psychopath incapable of feeling an ounce of emotion. He’s the perfect capo for Angelo because he will get the job done, no matter what, with no remorse or fear of the outcome. He’s a force to be reckoned with, and I’m lookin

“I found a note. She didn’t want to leave, but he forced her. And I found a picture of her with a man, but I don’t recognize him.” Nero is way too quiet and I just know it can’t be a good thing. “What do you know about this?” I ask, my voice low, barely containing my anger. “Do you know who this guy is?” “Yeah. I do.” I stop pacing, my eyes narrowing on him. “Who?”

Emiliano asked with a frown and Angelo beamed as he prepared to pop the champagne open but posed to look at his best friend "So how was the night, I heard you took the little kitten to your private penthouse huh...tell me...did you have fun?" Angelo lowered close to Emiliano and whispered with a grin and winked in the process, Emiliano feeling irritated massaged his temples because it seemed Nickolas had started running his mouth anyhow "Do your work okay...focus on getting people out of jail and putting more criminals in jail" he said coldly and rise from his chair and folded his white shirt sleeves up to his elbows and glanced at his phone

“Fuck, I wouldn’t have wasted time either.” “Are you out of your mind? Keep that dirty mind to yourself. I’m not looking at my future Luna like that...!” “Yeah, play saint...” “Guys,” Ángelo’s voice cut in, low, and I’m sure he sensed me coming down the stairs. I glanced at Nino on the couch. He’d already built a whole tech setup around himself. He lifted his head, gave me a respectful nod. I nodded back. Then he put his headphones on again and locked onto the laptop like the unhinged geek he was, trying to figure out who the hell was getting into my security like it was their personal playground... and kept fucking with me.

“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.”