Nico Di Angelo Memes Novels & Stories

Talking about how she lost her mind and kissed him back there she almost went all the way with that terrible good looking man. “He may be good looking but he is toxic”. She replied. “You really don’t like Anthonio Montero, like seriously who doesn’t love that angel?” She asked. “Okay, first he is nothing close to an angel, it’s an insult to angels to say that” Angela corrected and rolled her eyes. “Angela, over 500 million women all over the world, who are his fans, think he is”. “Wow! I don't know what to say, I guess I am the only one not impressed by his looks” Angela commented.

“No, Ang. The only desire I woke up with today is to smash your idiot of a boss’s head with something heavy.” I expected Angelo to say something in defense of his boss and friend but instead, he threw his head back and laughed. “You're aiming high. I like that.”

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

Nico laughed, clearly a bit tipsy. "What do you mean? " Dante asked, looking entertained. "Finding out it was traced," Nico laughed loudly, making Lorenzo chuckle too. I have to admit, it was quite amusing. "You don't even have a penis to trace," Lorenzo teased as he poked fun at Nico. "Shut up. . . I do," Nico mumbled. "Don’t worry, I'm sure you do have one, somewhere. " I laughed. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I read the message aloud.

" 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. Keep Dante busy. Mislead him. If he even breathes near Via Sant’Angelo, I want you on his throat first.” Nico’s brows rose, lips twitching. “On his throat? That’s a first. Usually you ask me to dance around him, not strangle him.” “I don’t care if you dance, strangle, or serenade him,” I said flatly. “Just don’t let him get near Sant’Angelo. At any cost.” He chuckled low, leaning back with his usual smugness. “Consider it done. If I have to play the fool to keep his eyes off you, I’ll play it well.”

“I remember us, Nero. I remember you.” His breath hitches, and for a moment, he says nothing, just holds me like I’m his lifeline. Then, finally, he pulls back enough to look me in the eyes, his hands framing my face. “This is a fucking miracle, Camellia. I… I thought those memories were gone forever.” “I did too,” I admit, my voice shaking. “But they’re back and I remember you, Mio Re, I remember all of you.” Nero’s hands tremble as he cups my face, his eyes filled with so much emotion I can barely breathe.

Like a hitman for the mafia. Crap. I really hope that's not the case. [ We don't talk as much as we used to. ] I hesitantly press the Send button while frowning at my screen. Angelo's reply takes a few minutes, as if he's choosing his words cautiously. [ Mi spiace, tesoro. ] [I'm sorry, honey.] I scoff at his message. Before I can begin typing my next reply, he sends me another one: [ Just dealing with some personal stuff. Had to be alone. Figure things out myself. ]

Nico retorted, his voice shaking with a sob. “That was my special proposal dinner! You weren’t congratulating Maddie and Raffaele—you were just being an asshole!” “Me? Was I being an asshole? They were the ones hosting your dinner, and I’m the one being the asshole?” Nico laughed sarcastically. Vince stepped forward, menacingly.

“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.