Cash And Nico Comic Books Novels & Stories

Nico—proud, strategic—finally believes this is a wall and stops looking for the door. The price? Her life. Not her breath. She would still breathe. She would not, perhaps, laugh the same way again. She would sleep beside a man who mistook proximity for intimacy and ownership for love. She would become the kind of woman who learns how to live in parentheses. She thought of Grace’s texts and pancakes, the knife emoji sent as a joke that didn’t know how funny it was. She thought of the bookstore’s quiet. Of the way Nico had put a phone on the arm of a chair and slid his hand away like a man setting down a pet he wanted to keep. Of You’re worth the risk and the terrible, delicious way it had lan

The man shooed Zade away. Zade nodded and left without question. The man’s gaze turned to me, still on the floor. “I am Nico,” He introduced himself. “You are here because Paul owes me a lot of money, and I wiped his debt for you.” I shook my head in disbelief. “No, that is not possible Paul would never do that.” Nico chuckled. “When you threaten someone’s family, they will do whatever it takes,” He replied. I used the wall to help me to my feet, then returned my gaze to Nico. “Why me?”

So I’m sure as hell not going to sit around and let them debate whether I’m some kind of mafia spy. “Thanks, Bambi, you’re a real peach,” Nico says, his voice dry as he takes a step forward, deliberately not looking at my nearly naked body. But Christian just smacks a hand against Nico’s chest, stopping him in his tracks. “I’ll do this,” he snarls. “If you insist on being ridiculous.” Nico readily offers the wand. “Be my guest.”

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.

"What the fuck. Nico? Two of them?" Nero thought it was not another Russian mob attack. He would really wipe them all out now without blinking an eye. Nico nodded, but his expression remained unreadable. "I took the first one into town. I've had a suspicion since that night." He reached into his pocket again, placing a small card on the table. A goldsmith’s business card. Nero’s jaw tightened. “What is this?" Nico spoke evenly, his voice carrying the weight of something much bigger than a simple discovery.