Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo

“I want to leave the apartment. I need to get out and breathe fresh air.” “Open a window,” he said. “Seriously, Nicholas?” I said in annoyance. “That’s not?—” “Angel, I have to go. Lorenzo will take you to my place, and I’ll fuck you all night when I get back. Would that make you feel better? To have that sass fucked out of you?” he jested. “You ass?—” “The answer is still no. That’s my final answer.” I was ready to unleash the tirade brewing inside me when I heard the unmistakable sound of the line disconnecting.

My body shuddered from pleasure coursing right into my bones. More… more… I needed more. Nico’s eyes opened suddenly, eyes finding the camera right on cue, a smirk stretched wide on his lips as he moaned again. He knew I was watching… How long? Did he know I was here, jerking off senselessly, beating my meat so much that it hurt and I wanted more of it. “I’d fuck you. Till you bloody find it unable to walk proper… I want you Antonio… I fucking do,” he whispered again, confessions of sweet nothings.

Ethan replied but before Jacqueline could say anything her phone rang "Ciao Alejandro," she greeted "Sto bene, tu come stai?" she replied with a smile and Ethan watched her surprised she could speak Italian "Nessun problema, noi ci saremo," Ethan heard her say and she brought the phone down "So you speak Italian?" Ethan asked "Not fluently but yes," she replied "Okay, so that was my friend Alejandro. He is inviting us to the Casino tonight," she informed him "You can go, I am not interested," he replied moving his gaze away from her

“You devil. Misbehaving at a charity function.” Angelo laughed and nodded his head. “Actually, I think she was quite pleased with my behavior.” He winked at him. Nikolas gave a raucous laugh. “You are too much, A!” Nikolas then held his hands out. “Don’t even think of making any more puns. I don’t wanna hear it.”

“ How unruly he is ! “ said Damian as he looked at Antonio and Angelo walking ahead of him . When they entered the car , Angelo held Antonio’s hand tightly . Damian , Antonio and Angelo sat on the back while the driver , drove the car . Angelo kept looking at his mommy a bit silently then he mustered the courage to speak his thoughts out loud . “ Mommy…… “ said Angelo a bit hesitant . “ What os it Angelo ? “ asked Antonio . “ Mommy , are you in trouble ? “ asked Angelo with a worried expression . “ What ? No , sweetie ! How can you even think that ? “ said Antonio with a smile , acting his head . “ Mommy , I have told you many times . Don’t lie to me as if I were a kid . I am not the average

"You could come home. Be my second instead of his trophy." "I'm not anyone's trophy." "No, you're Marco's spy and Dante's revenge. That's so much better." Nico's smile was cruel. "How long before he breaks you completely? Because we both know that's what he wants." Alessandro's jaw tightened but he said nothing. "Leave him alone," I said. "Or what? You'll shoot me at a funeral? That would certainly make a statement." Nico stepped closer. "You think you know him because he told you about the three men? There's so much more you don't know. Things that would make you sick."

~~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.

“You? Helping someone out of the goodness of your heart? Come on, Angelo. We’ve known you since you were stealing cigars from your old man’s stash. You don’t just ‘return favours.’” I kept my expression neutral. “This is different.” “Different how?” Nico pressed, his tone sharper now. “Because she’s young and scared? Or because you feel something for her?” I frowned, my jaw tightening. “This isn’t about feelings. Don’t start making assumptions.” “Oh, come on,” Marco said, throwing his hands up. “You expect us to believe this isn’t about pity or… something else? She’s not just another pawn, Angelo. We can see it.”

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 say. I’ve been mulling over this for the last few hours on the way back to Italy, and the only conclusion I have come up with is using Nico’s knowledge of war against Allessio. He stood alongside Dante as they fought the Muratori’s so long ago; he would know how to fight Allessio. Nico looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “How do you expect me to keep a level head when my wife and children are missing?” He asks.