Cash And Nico Comic Books Novels & Stories

Nico gritted his teeth in anger and banged the table loudly. "We want the money in cash,,,now", Venitia said. "And what if we don't give you", Nico asked. "You don't want to play fair,,,,we won't play fair either", Luca said Marco already drew up his sleeves, preparing for a fight. "Come here", Nico said to one of his gang members and whispered something into his ear. The guy nodded and went in and came out with bags of money containing £60 million naira and dropped it in front of Luca. "Nice doing business with you", Nico said with a fake smile

The beep felt too loud, but the green light flashed, and the heavy lock released with a soft clunk. I almost stopped there. Almost shut it again, convinced the sound had woken Nico. But I’d come this far. The door swung open. Inside was no neat stack of bonds or heirloom jewelry. It was worse. Messier. Proof that Nico’s world wasn’t just polished marble and dinner parties—it was rot hiding under gold leaf. Bundles of manila folders. Envelopes thick with cash, rubber-banded tight. A ledger bound in cracked black leather. My hand hovered before I forced myself to pick it up.

"How? My father didn't give you the Zurich codes yet, you haven't recovered the money." Nico stood up and walked around the desk, moving stiffly but with purpose. He took the book from my hands. "The money is irrelevant," Nico said. "It’s just paper. The debt wasn't paid with cash, Elena. It was paid with blood." He walked over to the fireplace. "You bled for this family," Nico said, staring into the flames. "You stood in a factory and shot a man to save me, you saved Matteo's life in a barn, you did a lot.”

I point out and she shrugs. “Nobody knows anyone really,” She replies pensively as she continues her smoke. “Lilliana. I am Domenico’s sister-in-law.” The name is foreign to me. Everything is foreign to me. “And you are Bria, the new member of the Cattaneo family.” The way she says it strips me once more of my identity. The use of the word new is not lost to me. I have proved no worth. “Bria Cattaneo, bride to Nico. Has a nice ring to it. It’ll look pretty on a headstone.” The stone steps beneath me suddenly feel much colder.

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.

“You don’t belong here!” I stared at her, my cheek throbbing, my eyes tearing up but full of rage, my breath heavy. I didn’t speak, my hands clenched tight, my body shaking. Dante’s voice cut through, calm but firm. “Enough,” he said, raising a finger to signal his guard, Nico. Nico ran off and returned with a small metal box, his boots kicking up dust. Dante opened it, pulling out three thick bundles of cash, and tossed them into the dirt near Eduardo.