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The air pressure in the aisle shifted, becoming heavy. The scent of sandalwood drifted around the corner, overpowering the smell of old papers. I scrambled to my feet, backing up until my spine hit the cold glass of the window. Nico stepped into the aisle. He had removed his suit jacket. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle and inked with black tattoos, vines and thorns twisting around a dagger. He didn't look like a student. He looked like an executioner on his lunch break.

“So why kill him now? He was ours when he talked to me.” Nico rubbed his eyes. “Either he flipped, or –” “Cazzo. Same old bullshit, Nicolai.” My fist connected with the chair until its legs scraped and it rocked back. Nico’s hand dropped from the laptop and his face went pale. “Find Moretti.” “Friends of his ping dark-net runs, but he’s using burners I can’t trace. Somebody’s feeding him resources,” Nico admitted, sinking into the chair as he shoved a packet across the screen, three IPs through an oil broker’s shell. Each hop had a fresh cash thumbprint.

"Are we 300k richer?" Nico rolls his eyes as he takes a sit on the barstool. "I didn't go through with it." Jamal still retains his smile, "Changed your mind?" "Something like that," Nico says dismissing his best friend, not wanting to get into the details. Jamal shakes his head, "You've gone soft Bro." Nico picks up the napkin on the counter and throws it on his friend's face, "Shut up," Nico says. "Let's talk about my plan."

I laid on the floor, turning in different styles and doing different tricks for the camera so that I would later entertain whoever was watching the video. “That felt so fucking good.” I said to myself before getting up and putting on the skirt, taking my phone to edit the video and added a a three thousand dollars price to be able to d******d the video I made. I wore a pink crop top to match with the mini skirt before leaving the house. I was going for a date with the four men that I would be having a four some with the next day. I was literally so excited because it was so hard finding four men who would satisfy my urges and four men who had very tasty and veiny cocks too.

Nico just scowled at me and let out a huff of air before he spoke. “My name is Nicholas Stone, but I go by Nico. Simon is just a persona I created,” he said, shaking his head like he didn’t like having to explain himself. I’m sure he wasn’t used to it either. He was a king—royalty never had to explain themselves, I suppose. I gave him a stiff nod in response. I was still pissed at him. “Why the grand display of power when we arrived, your majesty?” I asked. He rolled his eyes at me for calling him “your majesty” but he couldn’t very well say anything about it, because he was. Suck it up, buttercup. I have a lot more sarcastic remarks coming your way.

She shook her head, as if to banish a ghost, and bent to scoop up the cash, her movements mechanical now, her smile gone. The crowd’s mood shifted. A man in a flashy jacket clapped Nero’s shoulder, his breath sour with gin. “Hey, buddy, that your life savings?” he sneered, eyeing Nero’s plain shirt and scuffed boots. “Better scram before you blow next week’s pay too.”

he answered, handing her his platinum ATM card. “This is to pay for the Fountain painting. I don’t care how much it costs, but make sure you get it,” Nicko said, patting Raina on the shoulder. “Okay, that’s easy for me. Let’s go in,” Raina said. “No need. I’ll just wait in the car. You see how I dress, they all will definitely throw me out,” Nicko, who was wearing a sports jacket combined with his favorite ripped jeans, replies. Raina just smiled, and almost laughed at her best friend’s appearance. But he is still amazed at the figure of his friend who is unpretentious, even though he knows he is someone who is super rich.

“That’s the big idea.” Sasha snorted. “Uncle Zay, did you get him from a biker gang or a Marvel movie?” Nico smirked. “Biker gang. Definitely a biker gang.” Sasha pointed to his dog tags. “Nice jewelry,” He raised an eyebrow. “It helps me pick up women. Women love a man who's been in the military.” I chuckled. Okay, I had a pretty dreary image on who Nico was, and he just seemed like a chill guy who had been in the military.

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.

“You weren’t kidding about not caring how much I bought yesterday.” He smirks a little at me, giving me a shrug and shaking his head. No, clearly Christian has money for days, especially if he has money for a whole new wardrobe just so I can meet his dad. “I think…Gucci…” Nico says quietly, half to himself as he unzips a garment bag and reveals what looks like a very simple black dress. He looks to Christian with his eyebrow raised. “Whatever you think, Nic,” Christian says, grabbing his half-eaten plate of cake and his coffee before turning away to his bedroom.