Nico Diangelo Novels & Stories

It was written all over her face, what the fuck did he expect? "You got something important to tell me?" He nodded, "D'Angelo is here; wants to talk" I lit up a cigar and lodged it between my lips. "Call him in." Scott nodded to the guard standing by the door and a second later D'Angelo walked right in. "Don Niko," he nodded and approached me. Bowing down beside me, he kissed the Costello family ring on my hand. "D'Angelo, what's the matter?" I know he had come here for a favor. What can I say... a devil's work is never done. D'Angelo's gaze flicked behind me, where they got stuck.

I snap, looking at my friends for help, Gale gives me a reassuring smile, jumping up beside me and I'm grateful for her interference until she opens her mouth. "So, Darius, we're looking to go out clubbing tonight. Where's good?" She gives him a dazzling smile, which he returns. "Gale, wasn't it?" He drawls her name out seductively and I can almost hear her internally screaming in excitement as she wraps her hands around my arm. "You should try Jericho's. Tell them Darius sent you and you'll get fifty per cent off drinks all night." "Will you be going out tonight?" She chews on her bottom lip, toying with her hair and I'm appalled to know she's flirting with this idiot.

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.

I said as I sat on the table. "Nico is unanimously known for his player ways, but he's actually a huge sadist, and has a soft spot for two girls who look like they're doing it. He likes being dominated and made less of a man as society would call it, if you ask me he's a real weirdo who's got money and can't make good friends, bad judgement and the worst when it comes to making decisions, hence the mommy's boy part but he's handsome, at least he's got that going for him," I said with a shrug, and while everyone else looked impressed, Gwen looked annoyed that I knew so much. However, the look Theo was giving me had me crossing my legs over the other.

Nadia's POV The door opened and as I was about to hit whoever was coming in, I missed and fell. The shattering of the beautiful lampstand electrified the entire apartment as little pieces of glasses were dancing on the floor. "Are you alright?" A concerned familiar voice asked me. I turned and saw it was Damian, Damian Anderson! I froze. He looked so damned handsome, he was putting on just a single with a brown short, bringing all his even abs tone to bear.

Jo whispered. “I know,” Nico said. This brown haired youth glanced at Damian and Daisy, then smiled sarcastically and threw the note Damian had given him carelessly onto the table. “So you two are demanding a billion dollars in damages?” Nicko Asked to confirm. “Well, that’s what we want, and we already have given a little kindness. We should have asked for two billion,” Damian replied arrogantly, to where he didn’t want to look at the person he was talking to. Nicko just nodded, then he returned to enjoying his drink slowly. He had stopped drinking for a moment, took out his cellphone and focused on there for a moment. But not for work, but he monitors fortifications in his favorite online

"Sir . " Nico put the gun away and Angelo seemed calm. Nico's eyes went softer when he looked at me and this time he didn't look angry. Angelo had shielded me in such a way that Nico couldn't see me properly . Angelo slid his arm around my waist and I flinched a bit in pain. "Nico this is Cleo. My girlfriend. " Nico looked at me and smiled. I broke the silence. "You're Nicolai's brother . You look like the slimmer version of him. What did Rachel say to you?"

He didn't seem fazed. "Ms..." "I swear, Nico. I'd run you over with my car and I'm not shitting with you...." I trailed off when I heard him speak Italian into his earpod. He nodded after a while, stepping aside. "My name is not Nico. It's Gavin" He corrected. I didn't give two shits about the name. Nico meant Nicodemus to me. That name always sounded funny to me and so I gave it to clowns. No offence to people with such name.

I hope that can change with Violetta being in Sofia’s life. I push thoughts of my sister aside for the moment and focus on my current task. Nico has invited me to some clinic that hasn’t even opened up. I look at the name on the door that reads Angel Clinic. I’m intrigued in what Nico is scheming. Nico is a good businessman. His understanding of financial and investments is impressive. The three of us each bring a strength to our trinity. The Italian trinity that is going to make sure we solidify our place in the underworld.

Pity flows through me for him, he has no idea what’s in store for him later. I’m almost hidden by one of the large stone pillars and from here I watch the room. Nico is by Damians side, he looks like one of the angels from the renaissance and I am most certain that he was used as inspiration for the great Italian masters. His face looks serious as he listens to whatever Damian is saying, there is a bright eyed adoring fledgling hanging from Damian’s arm looking at him like he is a god. Foolish girl. Nico’s eyes keep roaming the room and I know he is looking for me but I can not make myself move in their direction.