Cash And Nico Comic Books Novels & Stories

"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."

I was not going there. “The Cartel send us a few goons to ask for their money. Their drugs and their money preferably.” Nico wiped his hair back with one hand as he got out of the bath. “We had a confrontation with them. I put them on ice. I still have to go back for a chat with the one still breathing.” He started drying himself while I gaped at him at a loss for words. “But… but…” “Yeah, I’ll need to pay Frank a visit.” Nico’s face turned grim as he said it and I knew that visit meant no good for Frank. First my father and now his accountant. Was this the beginning of the end for Nico? And what about us?

Nico’s hand tightened on my belly. “My cousin sent another message,” he added. “Rossi has put a hit out on both of us. Ten million each. And he’s offering twenty million for you, alive.” The peaceful illusion cracked further. I sat up slowly, looking at both of them. “Then we stop waiting,” I said. “We strike first. We hit their money. We hit their alliances. We make them fear us more than they want revenge.” Nico’s eyes darkened with pride and hunger.

Gianna He was at my side within seconds. I handed him the paper and then opened the file further, revealing more diagrams with the same ominous symbol—some etched in red, others accompanied by blueprints of warehouses, notes in codes, and names I didn’t recognize. “This is it,” Nico said, flipping through the documents with increasing desperation. “This is definitely connected.” He reached for the CDs, setting them aside carefully before pulling out another document. But then he went still. Completely still. His face drained of color.

“What about the Soireé?” “Your co-host is doing some serious damage control, sending people home and promising them an early free copy of his latest book as compensation for the “emotional trauma” of watching your father get arrested.” she does her little, bitter snort-laugh again, “As if any of these rich people read.” Still, it was more than enough, we all knew. Nicco Moretti’s latest book in his legendary “Owl Hunter” series is probably considered more valuable than actual gold right now.

Was Nico drunk? Okay, this was getting out of hand. Nico walked close to the body and, bending down next to it, pulled out a receipt from the corpse's pocket, "Has to be around this place," he flagged the piece of paper. "I know where the guns are. Let's go." Damon frowned, "Dude, hell no, No way I'm letting you go anywhere else like this." he pointed directly at his cousin's droopy dead eyes, "Come on, boss, get in the car; we are going back."

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent before Nico came back. “Son?” Uncle Nate cautiously said as he approached. “Sorry everyone.” He turned to face everyone with me still in his arms. When he saw Cash on the floor, I felt his posture stiffen. “Shit.” He mumbled. “It’s cool. I understand.” Cash chucked as he stood to his feet, brushing the grass off his pants. “We have a lot to talk about, but we will do that tomorrow. Let’s enjoy the party.” Aunt Nicole said, diffusing the situation like always. I wish I could be half the Luna she was.

“That one. Bring him to my booth.” Enzo nodded and pushed through. I watched from the velvet booth, cock already thickening at the way Nico’s hips moved when he reached for a bottle. Enzo leaned over the bar, said something low. Nico’s head snapped up. His pretty mouth curled into a sneer. “Tell your boss to shove his money up his own ass,” Nico snapped loud enough for half the bar to hear. “I’m not some rent boy you can summon like a fucking Uber.”

“Ah, come on, Nico. You know how it works. They all want the money. She was probably playing hard to get.” “No,” Nico said firmly. The image of her file, flashed through his mind. “She wasn’t. And you were wrong, Ethan. Not everyone is for sale.” The line went quiet for a second. “Okay… okay. My bad. I didn’t know it was that serious. You okay, bro?” “She slapped me. Called me a shameless bastard, told me to go fuck myself.” Ethan whistled. “Damn. That’s… bold.” Nico’s voice went ice-cold. “Tell Hale his ‘gift’ just cost him eight figures in future business.”

He was relieved when Trent continued talking ignoring his parents. “Anywho, I’m at this shop with Nana looking at the cool toys and Lady Cuckoo grabs me. I’m fighting using all my energy. I’m pretty strong, you know, but I’m three and a half and she is like a hundred, so you can understand,” Trent continues explaining using gestures, a sight too funny to anyone watching and listening.