Cash And Nico Comic Books の小説・ストーリー

Mateo asked, fixing a button on his suit while I stood looking at the Nico guy. “Do you have the stuff?” Nico asked. “Here it is,” Mateo said, shaking the package in his hand. “Give it to me while I hand over the money afterward,” Nico said with a cunning look. Mateo shifted the package backward. “You know how this works, money first before the package.” I brought out my gun and pointed it at Nico, “Bring the fucking money out, you are wasting my time.” Nico crouched to grab the bag in fear. Then unzipped it with shaky hands. Inside contains old newspapers, rolled bills around bricks of folded junk paper.

Nico dodged and the glass shattered against the wall. "What was that for?" "speaking nonsense to my prisoner," I lied. He laughed at me, shaking his head. "Gotcha yah" teases Nico and I groan. "Why not make her your girlfriend?" asks Nico. "Never. She fucking stole my resources and assest and I don't forgive those who steals" I said. "If you say so" I didn't miss the way he smirked at me. I shook my head and fix my suit, "tell me about our underground business."

"Are we 300k richer?" Nico rolls his eyes as he takes a sit on the barstool. "I didn't go through with it." Jamal still retains his smile, "Changed your mind?" "Something like that," Nico says dismissing his best friend, not wanting to get into the details. Jamal shakes his head, "You've gone soft Bro." Nico picks up the napkin on the counter and throws it on his friend's face, "Shut up," Nico says. "Let's talk about my plan."

“But we have something. A man named Nico—he used to work for Ricci. He wants to talk.” “Why?” I asked. “He says he has information. Claims he knows where Bianca is hiding.” I narrowed my eyes. “And what does he want in return?” “Money. And safety.” Of course. No one in this world gave anything for free. But if Nico knew where Bianca was, he might be the piece I needed to end this. “Set it up,” I said. “I want to see him today.” We met Nico in a small bar outside the city. The place smelled like old beer and stale smoke. He was sitting in a corner booth, head low, eyes shifting nervously. He looked scared, and that was a good sign. People who feared Bianca usually told the truth.

He wrapped his hands around my waist with obvious hesitation, and I placed mine on his shoulders, staring directly into his eyes. I couldn't understand his sudden, drastic mood swing, but I wasn't going to ask. It was none of my business anyway, and I was honestly glad he was keeping his mouth shut. We finished the shoot within minutes. When Mr. Zack tried to pay him, Nico refused the money, telling them to just give it all to me instead. He bent down, scooped Coco and Boba into his arms, and walked out without a single parting word. What was his problem?

] I typed back a single emoji: a smiley face. 'Good luck with sales, Aunt Sandra.' On the fourth day, I went live on schedule. Aunt Sandra's followers flooded my stream to cause chaos. [Don't buy here! The other place has it for nine dollars, this one's thirty-nine! Total ripoff!] [Scam streamer! Everyone, get out!] I picked up the garment calmly. "Take a look, everyone. This is our custom line. It comes with an authentication mark and a registered patent. The fabric is nano-grade. Abrasion-resistant and waterproof."

Refuge LUCAS “No.” Nico blinked. “No, what?” “Whatever you’re thinking.” “I wasn’t thinking about anything.” “That,” I said, “is a fucking lie.” Nine years of knowing this man, his thoughts revolved around two things. Cash and Dicks. Yes, plural. Dicks. Dicks from all races. No shades to any race.

Nico shouted, abandoning his half-eaten slice of cake and sprinting across the grass. Luca crouched just in time, catching him mid-run. Nico collided with his chest, arms flinging around his neck. Luca laughed, a real laugh this time, as he steadied them both. “I thought you were never going to return,” Nico accused, pulling back just enough to frown dramatically. “Never,” Luca said, holding up a large box wrapped in silver paper. “I had to rush out urgently ad I was delayed. But I wouldn’t miss this.” Nico tore into the wrapping with uncontained enthusiasm. Inside was a remote-controlled car, sleek, black, clearly expensive. Nico gasp loudly.

“But how much do you need for the PS, baby?” “I’m not really sure, but I think $500 will do.” “Okay baby.” A few moments later, Celia spoke again. “I just sent it to you.” Nico grabbed his phone, his eyes widening when he saw the alert. He beamed, then ran to hug her tightly. “It’s okay, Nico. I can’t breathe,” she murmured, laughing softly. “I’m so happy,” he said, pulling back. Then his smile faded slightly. “But… where did you get that kind of money?”

Like a metal striking a wood. Nico turn around. His posture altered altogether. As he approached the side entrance, I lagged behind him. Resting like a gift against the door on the floor. Is a silver coin. Engraved. Well known. Exactly like the one the scar man drop on the bench in the garden. My blood froze. Nico looked at it without touching it. No note was attached. No name either. Only the coin. Looking at Nico. I saw how his hands tightened into small fists.