Nico's Mansion. The girl straddling Nico was giggling. Naked, dripping in perfume that masked the rot of the room. Her lipstick was smudged down his abdomen, her hands sticky with sweat and wine. His belt was still around her neck, tight enough to silence, loose enough to tease. On the sofa beside them, another girl, blonde, was snorting off a mirror. Third one tonight. Nico didn’t even look at them. “Carlos,” he said, sucking the cherry from his whiskey glass, “if you want intel, you have to stop pretending you’re worried about payment.” Carlos stood awkwardly in the corner, not meeting the girl’s eyes as she slid down Nico’s chest. “I’m asking because it’s time-sensitive,” Carlos muttered. “You said La Rosa Nera warned you-” “And I said she entertained me.” Nico smiled. The cherry stem dangled from his lips like a noose. “There’s a difference.” Car
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