Nico Di Angelo Quotes Novels & Stories

“What can you do to me? You think that just because you have the DeLuca brothers by your side, you can hurt me? You can’t. They are weaker than the Russians. It’s only a matter of time before they are wiped out. Let’s see where you will hide then.” “That’s wishful thinking, Ricci. I have let you run amok for a long time. It’s time for you to receive the consequences of your actions. My advice to you is to hide where I won’t find you. By tomorrow, you can say goodbye to your millions.” Nico said. Lorenzo’s amusement was wiped from his face when he realized Nico was serious. He had a reputation for never making promises he didn’t keep. If he told Lorenzo he would lose everything overnight, it

[Translation: Love is not easy; it's not supposed to be, and it never will be] Vincent sighs, "I don't know how you do it, dad wasn't the most loving and neither was mom, how is this easy for you." "It's not, but every day I give it my all, if I fail, I pick myself up and try again." Vincent chuckles, "I guess you're right, you're not so bad after all." "Shut up, I'll always be better than you" Angelo smiles, "Always have." "You wish." Vincent throws his cigarette on the floor and steps on it. Gio arrives with the crew and stands guard behind the two men. "Glad you could make it, Gio," Vincent nods.

L'Angelo: "What are you doing?" I held back a laugh. Could the big bad wolf be missing me? Me: "If you keep this up, I might think you're begining to miss me." L'Angelo: "Don't flatter yourself, Sophia bambina. I'm not stupid." Came his next words and I scowled. L'Angelo Dell Terrore really had a mouth on him. The man could turn the whole blue sea black with his bad mouth that brought out nothing but bad words.

“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.”

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

“Born to it or not, you are a part of this world – Christian made that certain. You’re a Donna now – you define the title, not the other way around.” My spine straightens a little at this unexpected encouragement and I meet Nico’s eyes in the rear-view mirror as the gates open and he pulls through. “If you don’t believe it, no one will,” he says. “Can’t walk amongst the lions if you fear them. You have to go in believing you’re their equal” “What proverb is that?” I murmur, a little taken aback by the unexpected wisdom. “Nico, 6:42,” Lucy says, glancing at the clock on the dashboard. I laugh, grinning at her, grateful for her high spirits.

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.”

I replied. "Nonsense, call me Agostino. It makes me feel much younger," He commented with a small chuckle. He and Niko exchanged greetings with their heads –or whatever crime sign they had and Niko moved away with our boxes. "How was your journey, my dear." His hands went over my shoulder and we started heading out, trailing after Niko. "It was fine," I responded in a small voice. He stole a look at me and gave me a small smile. "Ahh... Angelo can be such a burden. I know because he is my godson. Everything will be fine..." He said almost to himself.

“I don’t do things out of the goodness of my heart.” “Definitely not.” “So why did I spend my afternoon driving a convict to a garage in Hackney?” Nico was quiet for a moment. Then, carefully: “Maybe because you wanted to.” I looked at him. He shrugged. “Simple answer. Not always wrong.” I didn’t respond to that. Mostly because I didn’t have a good counter-argument, which was its own kind of answer and I wasn’t ready to look at it directly. Nico raised his glass. “Okay. No feelings. Solutions instead.” His grin returned — slow and dangerous and deeply familiar. “What can I do to fix whatever this is?”

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.