Cash And Nico Comic Books Novels & Stories

- **BloodThirstyBabe**: “I’d kill to be him rn. Imagine the queens fighting over you. Hot.” - **JealousAF**: “He’s probably selling blood or favors. No way a skinny nobody jumps to top 20 without something shady.” Nico sighed—long, slow, bone-deep—and straightened. “Great.” Jax snorted. “You sound thrilled.” “I’m not.” Nico sat on his bunk, elbows on knees. “I didn’t ask for any of this. Didn’t want the stares, the comments, the drama. I came here for a bed and food that doesn’t come out of a dumpster. That’s it.”

The café hums around us like the world has no idea what kind of danger just slipped into my life. People sip their lattes, fingers tap against keyboards, voices blend into low chatter. The air smells of coffee and sugar, warm and ordinary. But sitting across from me, Nico turns it all into something sharp, something unsteady. His smile doesn’t match his eyes. His eyes are hungry. “I didn’t think I’d get this lucky,” he says softly, as though we’re old friends catching up. His hand lingers against mine on the table, light but threatening. “Saint usually keeps his toys locked up tighter than this.”

“That’s the big idea.” Sasha snorted. “Uncle Zay, did you get him from a biker gang or a Marvel movie?” Nico smirked. “Biker gang. Definitely a biker gang.” Sasha pointed to his dog tags. “Nice jewelry,” He raised an eyebrow. “It helps me pick up women. Women love a man who's been in the military.” I chuckled. Okay, I had a pretty dreary image on who Nico was, and he just seemed like a chill guy who had been in the military.

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.”

, he whispered, pressing a small vial into my hand, “is what you need to spike his drink with. Just a single drip. Dissolves in seconds.” My pulse hammered. “Cash or transfer?” I asked, my voice sharper than I meant. He smirked, producing a thick white envelope. “Here. A hundred grand, cash. You’ll get another hundred after it’s done. As soon as it’s done.” I slid the envelope into my bra, my skin prickling where it pressed against me. The money felt heavy, not in my chest but on my soul. What was I turning into? I moved again, dancing slowly, pretending control while my thoughts spun. Nico’s hands roamed higher, pulling me close. I wasn’t drunk, but my body betrayed me. My lips brushed his,

Roman continued eating his pork as if he heard nothing. “Oh my god,” I groaned, grabbing my phone to check my bank account. My eyes nearly popped out of my skull when I saw the figure flashing on my balance. I shook my head, typing away to send the money back to his bank account, but it refused to follow through. “What the hell?” I glared at Roman who had the edge of his lip tilted up. “Nico, why can’t I send the money back to him?” Nico shrugged. He might be my friend, but his loyalty will remain to his best friend. “I have no idea.”

“Careful, Luca. You sound almost human.” I glared at him, ready to snap, but he was already watching me with that same dangerous glint. He was leaning against a stack of crates, casual, like we weren’t hiding from killers. His shirt clung to him, damp from rain and sweat, a smear of someone else’s blood across his cheek. “You’re enjoying this too much,” I muttered. Nico’s smirk curved. “What’s not to enjoy? Guns, blood, secrets… you, pressed between us like you can’t decide which way to run.”

Or was it something else entirely? Nico shifted in his chair, his eyes gleaming with the kind of smugness that made my blood itch. He was looking for cracks, for an opening, but I gave him nothing. Silence had become my shield, and I wore it well. But silence wasn’t what Nico wanted, so he sneered, his lips curling. “You just stand there. All calm and collected, like the great Cassian Wolfe doesn’t bleed when cut. It’s pathetic, really.” He leaned forward, his wrists tugging against the restraints. “Where’s the monster I’ve always known? The one everyone warned me about? Where’s the Wolfe that made men piss themselves with a glance? Don’t tell me he’s gone.”

LILA POV Oh yes,” Nico started before turning back to Doc, holding his phone out toward him. “There is this issue of you being photographed collecting your payment from one of Damon men.” I narrowed my eyes and stepped slightly closer to try and see the picture Nico was referring to. Doc stared at the phone for ten seconds then started to fight against his restraints. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Nico. It won’t happen again. I needed the money to pay off some debts but it was a one-time deal, I fucking swear.”

“In the men's bathroom, and I never should have let her get away.” “Fascinating.” Nico comments in English, laughing for a bit. “You have peculiar taste Kline.” “Her, only her.” he retorts, using English too. They continue to speak, but this time Caelum gives me some attention, bringing me closer to him. I stay silent, scrolling my I*******m comment section, but I still catch every word Nico and Caelum speak, with my brain auto translating them to English. Most of their conversation is in third person, I've learnt Nico is a distant cousin of his and he trades weapons as well as buys women then recruits them into stripping as a reform.