Nico Di Angelo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Nico's POV I am right. Once I make my way out of the company and arrive outside at the driveways, Diego's car is gone. I walk straight to the chief of security. He stands up and salutes me as I approach, but I wave him off. I'm not ready to deal with the formalities. To tell the truth, I'm boiling with rage. I don't care if Diego is my father and the grand head of the mafia, but I'm fucking sick and tired of letting everyone else control me. I have a life of my own, for crying out loud, and I'm not some fucking machine that's going to do whatever they say just because it's for the good of the family. I have my own happiness to chase after. And I'm not going to sit there and watch as he pushe

“I am not young! We’ve been doing this for years…I am experienced now” His sixteen years old self snapped angrily. “But you see I am many years older, if you want to impress me don't fuck like a sixteen years old teen!” Antonio's hands around Angela's tightened in reaction to those memories. He kept thrusting with a frown and his eyes closed, Angela was too busy with the pain to notice. Diana's voice came into his head again. “Stop lazing around and do something…you are my little horse …don't worry, don't be afraid to hurt me as much as possible with your giant cock… I love it when it hurts and I love it hard,and the best place is in the water”.

Angela approached me and crouched over, speaking in a voice that only the both of us could hear. "Nico is the lovechild of my relationship with Luca. We've been together far longer than you can ever imagine." I felt a sledgehammer smashing right into my chest at her words, but I didn't let it show on my face. "You're exactly like your mother," she chuckled lightly. "You're both useless bitches who can't even hold on to their own husbands." I looked at her with determination and said, "So what? You want to be the next Mrs. Bernardi? It's just a title. I can just give it to you if you want it."

I replied. “My God, Pearl, you don’t know what’s going on?” She asked again. I shook my head. “No! And I wish someone could fucking explain to me what I got myself entangled in. Who the fuck is Nico D’Angelo? I cried. My God, who have i fallen in love with… Why does he hunt me still...like a lingering presence everywhere I am? “You might want to sit because I want you to get your facts right before I sign away my fiancée’s blood.”

Interested, he wanted to turn his head and looked over at his back to let himself knows, who could be the one that can make himself pay attention to the surroundings but before he could do that, he noticed that the noisy class a while ago suddenly quietened down, tilting his head to the side, his dull eyes smashed to a person peach eyes that held worries on it but can’t hide the light that represent the excitement the person on his side felt at the moment, he was silent and confused for a while so Angelo raises his head with doubt and came into contact at a person eyes that belonged to a girl that couldn’t be familiar with him or to the Angelo in his consciousness that suddenly become silent

Angelo’s POV I had imagined this moment many times before in the past, but it’s a lot different now that I was living it than it was in my head. In my imagination, it was a much bigger event, maybe at a different destination. My brother did have a flair for these sorts of things, but now we were at the hall in the mansion. I saw Nico from across the room, with his hands around the shoulders of an older woman, whispering something in her ear. When he met my gaze, he waved at me and began to walk towards us. Lorenzo hadn’t left my side all day. The only place he hadn’t followed me to yet was the bathroom. His hawk-like eyes scanned the whole room, determined to be my bodyguard all night.

I muttered to him, asking. "It could be something else." Niko muttered, walking along with me. "Is she part of your family?" Angelo asked, still looking at me. "No one has ever mentioned that Bianchi has a daughter." He added, waiting for an answer. "You're here for business, not to poke your nose in our matters. I hope I have made myself clear." Alessio shot, daggering a cold look at him. "I was just curious." Angelo said, smirking. I didn't like him, I didn't like the way he looked at me, it was similar to how Sienna looked at Alessio, but her intentions were pure, but his intentions seemed evil, his gaze made me furious.

Nico's face immediately turned red with seething rage. “What the hell, Dante. What's he doing here?” He asked glaring dangerously at Andreas. Dante's look from Nico to Andreas was genuinely confused. “What do you mean, Nico? Are you guys not okay? I thought you guys were best buds.” “I can't be friends with a snitch!” Nico barked. Andreas had no choice but to respond. “Alright. That's enough. Dante thanks for inviting me, but I have to leave now. Enjoy your evening”. With that he turned to leave, ignoring Nico's jabs.

“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.