Nico Diangelo Novels & Stories

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

Nico's face immediately turned red with seething rage. “What the hell, Dante. What's he doing here?” He asked glaring dangerously at Andreas. Dante's look from Nico to Andreas was genuinely confused. “What do you mean, Nico? Are you guys not okay? I thought you guys were best buds.” “I can't be friends with a snitch!” Nico barked. Andreas had no choice but to respond. “Alright. That's enough. Dante thanks for inviting me, but I have to leave now. Enjoy your evening”. With that he turned to leave, ignoring Nico's jabs.

She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, turning to the chef. “You heard her, didn’t you?” He asked and the maid nodded, heading back to the open kitchen. Chiara’s gaze flicked to the other man sitting across from Dante. He had black hair, light olive skin and a small black moustache under his nose. He was the only person she knew nothing about. The man, seeming to notice her curious stare, looked up and flashed her a slight grin. “I’m Nico, Dante’s best friend.”

It’s hard to tell for sure in the dim light. “Is it all there?” the stranger asks, the question directed at his men rifling through the eight bags at his feet. “It’s all there, boss,” one of them confirms with a tip of his head. Nico stands still, hands clasped in front of him as he stares ahead at his client. The other man nods, jaw ticking as he holds Nico’s gaze for a beat too long which would make any normal person uncomfortable. But Nico isn’t a normal person—he’s a psychopath incapable of feeling an ounce of emotion. He’s the perfect capo for Angelo because he will get the job done, no matter what, with no remorse or fear of the outcome. He’s a force to be reckoned with, and I’m lookin

Jake Carson God! This woman is going to be the death of me. Never in my life have I expressed my anger by dominating a woman but Danika is making me. How have I let a woman get under my skin so much? I am not going to lie, I have worked for a lot of beautiful women as a bodyguard, they used to hit on me, constantly. But I never gave into such urges, I would always be professional. But Danika. Fuck! What am I doing?

I say and smile. He gets behind me, and I start gridding my ass on him. We are dancing to the song LUV by Tory Lanez. He grips my hips, pulling me closer to him. I see Nick and Mila join us. I try not to look their way because Nick is looking at us like he wants to punish me and rip Logan apart.

Mario turned to his son. "And this is my one and only biological son, Nico," he stepped forward and took my free hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. I smiled. Nico had short black hair, had glasses, a black suit and tattoos. A lot of them. His fingers were cold from the rings he had on. Safe to say, he was hot. "Call me Nico. I hate being called Niccolò." "Figlio!" Chiara said in a harsh tone. "Mi dispiace mama," he looked over at Chris. "So, you sure he's not-"

he said and fell on his knees. “Don't be disappointed in him…yet,” I added the "yet" part more sarcastically than I would like to admit. “There are many more things to be disappointed about,” I said, and Noah glared at me. “Shut up!” he shouted at me. “Just shut the f*** up!” he yelled, making me dramatically cover my ears. "Damn it, am I really that loud?" I asked Diego, smiling triumphantly when I saw the angry expressions on the face of the man I was supposed to call Dad.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

I say. "He has never once in his life compromised," Nico says. "I have worked for him for eleven years. He does not compromise. He acquires things and gets what he wants." He looks up finally. "He is soft. Specifically for you. Which is—" He pauses. Something moves across his face. "Actually fine." Dante stares at him. "Was that a compliment," Luca calls from the sitting room where he and Isabella are doing something involving building blocks that has gotten competitive.