Nico Di Angelo Quotes Novels & Stories

And where the fuck was Nico? “Here's your pastries, capo,” Nico said, placing the platter before Nero, who was glaring at him. “Where have you been, Nico? I was beginning to think that you might be dead in a gutter somewhere,” he asked sarcastically. Nico knew how annoying and irritating the little devil could be, they had grown up together. Nico swallowed the profanities at the tip of tongue, and said instead. “I was looking for a cafe to get your supply of d–”

just great, it was just recently that the Angelo saying he needs me voice recording was released partly my mistake and now this, good job self, he definitely hates me now more than ever! Crap, did I just have my first kiss? With Angelo?!

Nico's lips twisted in a disgusting smile. "What do you wanna do, huh? Hit me? That's the only thing you're good at outside betraying your team." Nico spat back. Andreas sighed heavily as he starred into Nico's eyes one more time. "You have no right to question my loyalty. I did what I had to do. And I don't expect you to understand because you've always been a selfish person…” Andreas added angrily, his tone rising.

I asked. His jaw tightened. He didn’t answer right away. Then, quietly: “Because someone has to.” Before I could press him, Nico’s voice floated from the shadows. “He thinks he’s a martyr. Bleed for the rest of us, burn himself down to keep the fire going. It’s a nice story, but it’s bullshit.” “Shut it, Nico,” Luca snapped, the softness gone as quickly as it appeared. Nico pushed off the wall and walked closer, his gaze pinning me instead of Luca. “Don’t you see it? He hides behind duty, Matteo hides behind jokes… and me?” His smirk tilted. “I don’t hide at all.”

Your children will be the hellions you deserve. Your melancholy brother, Nick *** No lady friends visited Angelo tonight, so he concentrates on me. With methodical precision, he cuts his meat and takes small bites while watching me. He finally wipes his mouth and places his fork on his plate. "You've gained weight. It's not healthy for my child."

"You should just give in and be Vincenzo De Luca’s sugar baby, Noel. It’d solve all your problems." Aria's voice was laced with playful mischief, but Nico snorted, shaking his head. "You’re wasting a golden opportunity, man," Nico added, smirking. "Rich, powerful, and obsessed with you? Some people would kill for that." Noel stabbed at his half-eaten pasta, his appetite long gone. "I’m not for sale," he muttered, voice tight.

“Maybe we leave a note too. Real disrespectful. Something that’ll stick with him.” “Like what?” Vincenzo asked. Angelo’s voice dropped to a cold murmur. “Somethin’ simple. ‘The city don’t fear you no more.’ Or ‘The rats bite back.’” They all went quiet again. The fan kept squeaking. The air still thick. Enzo put his knife down slow, the blade clicking shut as it hit the table. “So we do this? For real?”

Angelo pulled a long face to Angelo and said irritably under his breath, not bothering to talk in his head that earned a gaze from his table mate, like looking at an idiot who talked on himself. “I don’t want to participate!” he grumbled, Angelo expressionlessly looked at him, before opening his lips to say coldly, ‘Don’t you hear what the male teacher said for the rewards for the participants? And also, answer me on your head, are you an idiot? Or you admit being an idiot?” Angelo finally talked to his head as to not admit he was an idiot, “What? Don’t say it, I don’t care!” “Your days on being the one to operate my body is limited, are you really going to waste your precious days after bei

“Come to defend your mother as always. How chivalrous of you.” His one eye glinted at me with the look of murder written on his face. For a moment, around us, no one breathed. And I relished in it, seeing Angelo approach, seething. “Watch your words, Nero,” Angelo gritted out. “Or I shall cut it out for you.”

“I wanna ask something.” “Don’t make it too complicated to answer,” she said giving me a worried expression. “Don’t worry, it’s just simple.” “Okay, spill.” “What kind of a being is Angelo?”