Nico Di Angelo Quotes Novels & Stories

That nasty decision I took has now come back to haunt me. Now I'm left with regrets. And this is how he chose to repay me? Disgusting stuff! “Jesus fucking Christ, Nick. Did you just say that to my face, or you're just bluffing?” I asked Nicole for clarification. “Calm down, Angela. It's not that deep. Don't take it personal,” Nicole responded in a bid to justify his stupidity. It's his audacity to maintain a straight face while spewing rubbish. I glanced around me to be certain we weren't the only one in the room. It turns out that it's just the both of us.

I laughed hard. Add that to the things I've gone through all while knowing who Nico D’Angelo is. “We can't take this lying down, someone knows about that bomb, they knew I'd be there exactly at that time and they planted a bomb in my bag while I was making my order, you know how insane that sounds? I was going about with a bomb and I didnt know, I could have died but he saved me, im going to try to do the same” I replied. He nodded firmly, “fine, how the hell do we solve this then?” he asked pointing at my mouth and I giggled shortly after, “yeah that” he gave a small laugh.

Don Angelito crouches on the floor to level his eyesight. His hand caresses from his black hair down to his cheeks and chin, lifting it up to look in this eyes. “You’re good deeds are enumerable only in one of my precious hands. Are you defying me, cutie pie?” Angelito’s words are freezing; however, underneath his vocal cord is the warmth feeling he wants to send towards him in this moment. Life already sent his torment… that’s why Angelito doesn’t want him to suffer more. “I hate you—“

Nico We stare at each other for what seems an eternity. His eyes are blazing, the anger showing all over his face as his face goes red. Dario clenches his fists by his side. “So, help me God I want to smash your face in right now, Nico. I am your fucking brother. What the fuck do you take me for?”

Nico winks at me. He's back to being flirty. “Yes,” I say. “And don't call me little dove. Now isn't the right time for it.” “Awnnn…I feel honoured that my little dove wants to take care of me. If it's going to be this way, then I'll keep hurting myself everyday,” he teases. I chuckle lightly. “Silly fool,” Vincenzo cusses out at Nico. Nico chuckles, but Riccardo still doesn't smile.

Following Nico through the double doors I find myself in an entirely different clinic from the one upstairs. “Welcome to the Angel of Death Clinic where we help you find death on your terms.” Nico smugly says the slogan like he’s brilliant. I mean he is, but I’m used to being the only smug one. However, two smug, cocky men with a sassy, brat female we might just be unstoppable.

“You know the drill, Nico. Angelo can’t expect to send an attack on one of our shipments and get away with it.” He grits his teeth. “He’s going to take your territory whether you like it or not.” I snort aloud, unable to help myself. “Again, I’d like to see him try.” I press the bat further into his throat, slowly crushing his Adam’s apple. “So when you see him, give him this message from Enzo.” Amos squats in front of Nico, a wicked grin splitting his features. “Fuck with us again, and we’ll make sure every last one of you ends up in a body bag.”

"Twelve years with the family and eight working directly with Dante." "And you're loyal to him." "Completely." I looked at the stone wall at the far end of the path. Four meters at least with a smooth face and nothing to grip. "Even knowing what he does." Nico was quiet for a moment in the thinking way rather than the defensive way, like someone who had sat with that question before and arrived somewhere honest about it. "There are worse men running worse things in this city and I've seen them up close," he said glancing at me sideways. "Dante has lines he doesn't cross and that matters more than people think."

Just the honesty I used to crave from him—the one I’d grown accustomed to in Calabria. “I know, I know. You thought I’d die in this job,” Nico’s voice was dry and tired. “Believe me, I did too.” There was a chuckle from the reporters, stunned and unsure if this was sarcasm or sincerity. Nico didn’t smile. “It’s been an honor. Most days. Some days, I questioned if you lot deserved even half the grace I gave. Other days, I realized you’d settled for less, and I was just… a louder version of it.”

Nikolas gritted and Angelo fired. "Haven't you ever considered the possibility of a mistake, what if she's someone innocent in all these, wouldn't it be too late to take responsibility?" The sound of glass shattering echoed in the air, Nikolas had just flung the bottle of whiskey to the nearest wall. "You like her? Are you trying to convince me because you want to fuck her? She's not innocent!" 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.