Cash And Nico Face Reveal Novels & Stories

I scanned the room and spotted Nica immediately, she waved, like she’d seen us the moment we walked in. “There she is,” I said to Carlos, motioning toward her table. He followed me closely. “Hello,” I greeted Nica with a light kiss on the cheek. “Hey Rebecca, how are you?” she said warmly. Carlos pulled out my chair for me, and I sat down. Then he took his seat beside me. “Hi, I’m Carlos. You must be Nica, it’s really nice to meet you in person,” he said, extending his hand. “Actually, it’s Veronica,” she said with a smile as she shook it. “Nica’s just what my friends call me.”

Who I realize is staring right at me, his mouth slightly open in shock. And as the blood rushes from my face, he very deliberately moves his eyes first to Christian’s hand, and then to Frankie’s, and then back to my face. I say perfectly still, trapped and caught, with absolutely…no recourse. Nico continues to gape at me for a second before he starts to shake his head slowly from side to side. And in that instant I know that I am caught. And screwed. Because if anyone is going to spill my secrets for his own means, it’s definitely, definitely Nico. And he’s got a big one now – which means that I am absolutely under his thumb.

A rough voice shouted from behind. I stopped and turned. Nico was storming toward us, his face dark, his eyes desperate. "Wait." He was out of breath. "I need to talk to you." Lucas's face went cold. "Mr. Falcone, I believe we're done here." "No." Nico shook his head, his eyes locked on me. "Aurora. Five minutes." I looked at Lucas. "It's okay," I said softly. "Let him talk." Lucas nodded but didn't move far. He leaned against the Rolls-Royce, his black eyes watching Nico's every move.

“Open the fucking door, Kane!” Victor smiles against my skin. “Looks like round two starts now.” He lifts me off him—slowly. Sets me on the couch. Stands. Adjusts himself. Zips up. Walks to the door. And opens it. Nico storms in—gun already drawn. Sees me—naked, flushed, dripping both of them. Sees Victor—smirking, unruffled. The air turns explosive. Two men. One woman. No more pretending.

"After all, they have no proof that you have any business with him. The money Nico gave you was in cash, untraceable. The CCTV footage from that night was wiped clean. If Jace asks you anything, you tell him that Nico is just your VIP client who wanted more but you rejected him. Simple. Clean. You hear me?" I nodded slowly, letting her words sink in like a life raft in choppy waters. She was right. We'd been careful. We'd covered our tracks. "You're right, Bree. After all, truly, the only business I ever had with Nico was within the club walls. Nothing can implicate me." I repeated it like a mantra, trying to make myself believe it. But what about the poison? What if Nico told Jace about tha

Bella still wanted to struggle, but a familiar voice interrupted her through the loudspeaker. "Bella asked me to do it." On the big screen of the banquet hall, the advertising video of the Herme Group was playing. Suddenly, the screen changed to Nancy Gu. Hearing the voice, everyone turned around. On the screen, Nancy Gu was sitting in the iron fence, wearing a prison uniform. She looked haggard, with red eyes and nose.

“But how much do you need for the PS, baby?” “I’m not really sure, but I think $500 will do.” “Okay baby.” A few moments later, Celia spoke again. “I just sent it to you.” Nico grabbed his phone, his eyes widening when he saw the alert. He beamed, then ran to hug her tightly. “It’s okay, Nico. I can’t breathe,” she murmured, laughing softly. “I’m so happy,” he said, pulling back. Then his smile faded slightly. “But… where did you get that kind of money?”

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.

My heart pounded like a drum against my ribs, I stood before Nico, my gaze unwavering as I dropped the bombshell that threatened to shatter his carefully constructed world. Nico's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth agape as his mind struggled to process the revelation. He had guarded his secret fiercely, cloaking himself in a veil of normalcy, but my words had torn through his carefully constructed façade, exposing the truth that he had longed to keep hidden. A wave of shock washed over Nico, momentarily rendering him speechless. He stared at me, his mind reeling, unable to comprehend how I had discovered his secret. I sensed his turmoil and decided to break the silence.

Done. I laughed once, sharp enough to hurt my throat. ********************************** By breakfast, Nico had seen it. He stalked into the dining room shirtless, phone in hand, veins standing out on his neck. “What is this?” he demanded, slamming the phone down on the table so hard the silverware jumped. I picked up the phone, glanced at the headline like I hadn’t read it twice already, then set it back down calmly. “It’s the truth.” “You went to the press?”