Nico Di Angelo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I went downstairs to find the guards. “There’s a body in my office. Get rid of it.” I instructed them and went to join my father. He had one of my best dancers grinding away on his lap. She smiled at me, going right back to shaking her scantily clad ass in front of the Lycan. “Good evening, Nico.” “Hi Angel.” I winked at her. “No freebies for this one. He’s got to pay his way like everyone else.” She pouted at me. “But he’s so cute.”

"Our target is a man who believes he is untouchable. But we will show him the true meaning of fear. He thinks that he’s unseen, but the eyes of the Eagle catches all. He thinks that he’s in the darkness, but he has forgotten that’s where shadows live!” Ian sensing the rage and anger with which Jared spoke asked in reverence, “my Lord, who has made you this angry? Tell us. You know that we shall feed his blood to the divine glass.” The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, the members of the clan united in their purpose. “He’s a man we all know, but he has stepped on the tiger's tail now, and he will not leave the den unharmed. Our target is senator Ivan. His death will bring me pleasure. It

A rough voice shouted from behind. I stopped and turned. Nico was storming toward us, his face dark, his eyes desperate. "Wait." He was out of breath. "I need to talk to you." Lucas's face went cold. "Mr. Falcone, I believe we're done here." "No." Nico shook his head, his eyes locked on me. "Aurora. Five minutes." I looked at Lucas. "It's okay," I said softly. "Let him talk." Lucas nodded but didn't move far. He leaned against the Rolls-Royce, his black eyes watching Nico's every move.

“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.

I say with a smile, and he nods. “I am, but Dante and Nico are in a disagreement. Nico wants nothing to do with Sylvana after we found out what really happened, but Dante is forcing him into this. Nico knows he has no say because his Capo spoke and it is killing him.” Dario says and slowly stands to get up. “I should go get Nico,” he says, then a few minutes later his Bugatti started up and sped after his angry brother.

His phone goes off again and I lean forward stand up, walk over to him and take Angelo, placing him on the floor beside his sister. “You should go” I shooed him, we can talk when he returned. Niko lifts from the sofa, doing the button on his jacket and before I know it he is in front of me lowered to on knee. “I’ll see you soon” he murmured as he sweeps his thumb along Caela’s eyebrow and kisses Angelo’s head. And then our gaze holds, I nod once, telling him its fine. That I was fine.

“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?”

Caterina scolded but Alessandro looked like he was done caring, anger shone so evidently in his eyes, his hands trembled from it. He turned to his sister, staring her down.“Didn't it start this way with that fucking bastard, Niko? You were so consumed by him, blinded by your love for him and where did that get you? Hug? You got bound to a wheelchair for life!” The room fell silent, Angela's lips wobbled as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Fuck you, Alessandro,” she muttered softly, but pain in her words was like a punch to the gut. Alessandro's face paled, his eyes went round as he sputtered. “I.. I..”

He growled, his eyes as piercing as a spear, wanting to beat some senses into his friend, and then some more for lusting after his pet. "Nik, I won't argue with you, we will talk about it some other time." Angelo stood up and started to leave, causing Nikolas to yell after him. "There won't be some other fucking time." And now, it was time to locate the little temptress. Despite being heavily intoxicated, he was in her room in no more than a few seconds. His eyes fell on her unmoving frame on the bed. He was pleased to know that she hadn't dared to lock the door, she was already smart enough to know that a door wouldn't stop him.

" don't suppress those voices I want to hear them all, I want to you to scream my name" he announced again, and like a good five years old girl I let go of my lower lip. A moan involuntarily escaped my lips while he sucked my skin over my breast. I was feeling myself wet and soaking at the lower part. It was unbearable, I want Nico there, right now. Nico didn't undo his shirt, still, I took a glance at his chest, it was crowded with ink. Strange!! His voice echoed in my ears when he said he'll ruin me, he can't, I'm sure.