Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 3 Nikolai Novels & Stories

Nikolai hadn’t moved, his hand found my wet open slit, his fingers circling my clitoris, tapping and pinching softly. “You forget something, Milano,” he muttered, his hand sliding down my thigh. Milano smirked, “And what is that?” “No one touches what is mine,” Gunfire echoed through the room. Milano had no time to react, he had been distracted by my red core and was unaware that nikolai had pulled out his gun. It was too late, he lay on the ground, surrounded by his six allies, blood dripping from the holes the bullets had made. In all this, Nikolai hadn’t stopped fucking me, “Fuck Eden, you are driving me insane,”

Nikolai’s POV Derek looked different from the drunk mess at the Moretti gates. Clean-shaven, sober, eyes sharp with something that looked like madness and purpose twisted together. “Put the gun down, Nikolai,” he said calmly. “We both know you’re not shooting me.” “Try me.” My finger stayed on the trigger. “If you wanted me dead, you’d have done it already.” Derek gestured at the monitors behind him. Screens showed live feeds from what looked like every major location in both our territories. “Besides, kill me and everything I’ve collected uploads automatically. Family secrets exposed within minutes.”

I murmured, watching the way the front line instinctively straightened their posture as Dmitri stepped out of the vehicle. "They remember what I was," Dmitri corrected sharply, adjusting his jacket. "The handler who kept them alive and well-funded. They are about to see what I’ve become." The low rumble of a high-end engine cut through the silence of the pier. Headlights blinded us as a sleek black sedan pulled up, its tires crunching against the gravel. The door opened, and Nikolai stepped out. He was alone. He looked infuriatingly confident, a sleek overcoat draped over his shoulders, visibly armed but completely unbothered by the army surrounding us.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

the leader instructed. The three men raised their guns which has silencers attached to the nozzle of the gun, so that there will be little noise when their fire it. Nikolai followed after one of them and Kicked him behind his knees. That man cried out with pain and his gun slipped from his fingers. Nikolai caught the gun effortlessly before it can hit the floor. He fired the gun without any hesitation and killed the man who came to assassin him. The loud cry of the now dead man alerted the other two, who rushed towards the area. They saw their brother lying in a pool of his own blood with shock.

"Shooter on the east side, Nikolai is down." I stopped moving. "Nikolai," I said into the comms. "Nikolai, respond." The earpiece was silent for two seconds that felt like much longer. "I am hit," Nikolai said. His voice was very controlled. "Keep moving, Ace. Do not stop. Get inside." "Where," I said. "Where are you hit." "Keep moving," he said again. "That is an order. Get inside and keep the don talking. Do not stop."

The only difference was his nose, and he was slightly less muscular than Damien. "What the hell do you want?" Adeline snarled. The Damien look-alike stared at her for a minute then let go of her arm. She finally noticed two other guys standing behind him and they didn't exactly look like they belonged in a church. One of them took a long puff of his cigarette and blew a smoke at her face. "Thought I'd introduce myself to the hot new girl. I'm Nikolai Sky, but you can call me Nik," Nik smirked. "This here is Max, and the one with the black hair is Adrien." He introduced his other goons.

Vladimir stalked closer, the rocket launcher a breathing entity on his shoulder. “This madness is over. Let the girl go.” His voice held onto it a rough edge, one that was fucking cutting. I felt a tremor running through Lorenzo’s body. “This has nothing to do with you, Papa,” Nikolai called out. His father eyed him with such a disappointed look that I felt it deep in my bones. He said something in Russian that made Nikolai’s whole body grow limp. He lowered his gun, his shoulders slumping, then slowly walked towards his father.

I turned to the nearest man, “Get the dogs and go, we have a lone wolf out of its cage,” “We have no dogs,” a voice said from behind. “Who said that?” I turned towards my men to find their gazes buried to the ground. No one dared to make eye contact with me but someone caught my attention. He was glaring at me without blinking and I guess he was the one that commented. “The last time I checked I wasn't speaking to you but since you deemed it for speaking when not spoken to…” I uttered and signaled to my wingman, Nikolai. In one simple movement, his knees were on the floor and his back bleeding.

Cillian asked. I spun to ask if he'd lost his mind before he calmly replied, “I’m making certain Zena. Evidence.” “What about what he did to me!” I snapped back, but Nikolai was in no mood to compare Maddox-tales. Nikolai took another step forward, the dry gravel earth crunching beneath his boots. He belonged in these cragged grey mountains. They suited his dark, scowling features. In a low, rumbling growl he allowed his full fury to shine through his ruby eyes.