Nico Di Angelo X Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

he screams again. He manages to loosen his grip enough that I can take a breath, and in the next instant, he tackles Nico to the floor, and I gasp for air as he holds him down and repeats a bunch of stuff I don’t understand. “Stay with me,” Damian says. “Nico, we are back in your apartment in Paris.” Nico breathing hard and fast, his eyes fully dilated as they dart around the room. He’s a cornered animal right now unrecognizable but those eyes, they remind me of a small boy.

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

Said Jackson enthusiastically. “Me and Nico previously had a relationship like lovers. We've been together since Nico and I were in middle school. Meghan too. Nico and Meghan's house is next door. Incidentally they both love modeling. They often go together. I don't mind any of that. Usually, I also go with them when they are having a photo shoot. However, later I found out, it turns out that behind their togetherness, Meghan and Nico have a special relationship.

“I'm talking to you. Who the fuck do you think you are?” Nico’s white-knuckled grip was tight enough to instantly halt Zeus in his tracks. Zeus turned back around slowly, his composure almost infuriating. His eyes drifted downward first, landing on the fingers twisted into his shirt, before he dragged his gaze up with the exact same sluggish motion to meet Nico’s rage-contorted face. “Zeus Sterling. You?” It was almost humorous how calm and collected he sounded introducing himself in the middle of such a heated standoff. Nico’s harsh scoff sliced through the air. “The fuck do you think this is, a fucking introduction?”

“Angelo shouldn’t have died.” He looked shaken. I had never seen him like this before. He grabbed my shoulders and looked at me with desperation in his eyes. “You know what this means. Angelo is dead. Nico will become the head of the Bellini family, and that asshole won’t be easy to convince lending us more money. We’re already drowning in debt. If that drug fails, we’ll be under the Bellinis’ thumb.” His hands slipped from my shoulders.

“Or maybe I’m doing him a favor. Reminding him what happens when he leaves an angel alone in a cage.” I bit my lip, pretending to fumble with the ledger on the counter. “If he comes in here-” “He won’t.” Nico’s grin widened, wicked and sure. “You know why? Because if he does, your pretty little hands would be stained red. And Dante can’t stand the thought of that. So he’ll sit in that car, burning, while you laugh with me.” I looked up at him, another laugh slipping free, sweeter, softer, honed to perfection. Innocent on the surface, but sharpened just enough to twist the knife.

I say with a smile, and he nods. “I am, but Dante and Nico are in a disagreement. Nico wants nothing to do with Sylvana after we found out what really happened, but Dante is forcing him into this. Nico knows he has no say because his Capo spoke and it is killing him.” Dario says and slowly stands to get up. “I should go get Nico,” he says, then a few minutes later his Bugatti started up and sped after his angry brother.

he exclaims and runs toward Nero. I get up and watch the two of them, my heart exploding with happiness. Nero winks at me before picking Nereo up and turning him upside down over his shoulder before walking away. Nereo is squealing with happiness and telling Nero to put him down, but we can both tell he doesn’t mean it at all.

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?”

He thinks Nico is just another boy in the school. But Nico is a Romano. A mafia heir. A son to the ruthless Mafia Don Lorenzo Romano. And no one walks away after putting their hands on something Nico has decided is his. “Let her go,” Nico says again, lower this time, softer, but somehow worse. Like the calm before a hurricane. Alessandro’s sneer falters for half a second before he recovers. “What if I don’t?” The crowd gasps. Nico tilts his head, his smile widening. “Then you’ll regret waking up this morning.”