Cash And Nico Comic Books Novels & Stories

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."

“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.

Victoria; wife of the Montessari Cartel boss, waves it off. If I haven’t mentioned it before, our world is tightly knit. We only date and befriend our own. Cartel to cartel. Mafia to mafia. A clean bloodline. Fewer risks, they say. Victoria leans forward, lowering her voice with a curious twinkle in her eyes. “Who’s the hot guy that just walked in with you?” I follow her gaze to Nico who is sitting at a table not far from us, flipping through a fashion magazine, calm as ever. He looks like his rightful place is in those pages.

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.

] 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… where did you get that kind of money?” “Work.” Nico narrowed his eyes. “Sis?” “What?” She crossed her arms. “Where else would I get it from?” “Are you stripping now?” “Nico!” Celia shot him a glare. “How could you even think that? Like I said, I got the money from work. Believe me or send the money back.” “I don’t believe you, but I’m definitely not sending it back,” Nico said, grinning mischievously. They both burst into laughter.

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.

"Wow! Although let's be honest here, this is Cash we're talking about." Wiping at the corners of her eyes, Nina nodded. "Yes, well, Cash is an exceptionally unique young woman, isn't she?" Nico nodded, the smile on his lips softening. "Yeah," Clearing her throat, Nina gave Nico's shoulder another squeeze. "She hates me, doesn't she?" He sighed glumly. Cocking her head to the side, Nina considered Nico for a moment before setting back onto the couch and offering him a reassuring smile. "Come now Nico, you know Cash, she doesn't hate anybody... she just wants to commit heinous deeds to those she feels deserve it."