Cash And Nico Comic Books Novels & Stories

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.

He screams in anger and dives, trying to catch me in his talons and bring me to the ground. I flip again, having become more adept at my cartwheels since I started flying with Raina. However, Iniko’s air catches me this time and I have to flip out of my spin before I can completely escape him. Rather than grabbing hold of me, one of his talons rakes across my back, sending a shockwave of pain that makes me scream in agony. “END THIS, BROOKE! YOU CAN’T HOPE TO WIN!” he bellows. Instead, I use my ace card and pull a boulder from the earth before sending it flying at his chest.

“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.

Razor said to them. Nicki immediately ran to the door Tanzer confirmed the money to be,she opened it at once and a box was there,she unlocked it and it was full of cash. "Great!" She smirked and carried it. She left the room with Cardi. "Razor??" Tanzer mentioned his name "Oh wow,you know me," Razor chuckled. Tanzer also smiled and he started pulling a gun out under his pillow stylishly but Spudz saw that. She shot his hand

Cigarette smoke curled in the air, mixing with the sharp scent of something chemical—too strong to be just alcohol. My stomach churned. This wasn’t a club. This was a playground for criminals with money, where anything could be bought, sold, or destroyed. And these men, Nico’s people, they didn’t flinch at any of it. They walked past like it was normal. Like this was just…business. I swallowed hard, the bitter taste of reality catching in my throat. Then I felt Nico’s hand tighten around mine. Not roughly, just enough to remind me he was there. Present. Steady. His eyes never once glanced toward the booths. He didn’t flinch or pause.