Novel & Cerita Nancy Callahan Sin City

Nancy sat in her sleek office, the city lights outside her window flickering like distant stars. She stared at her reflection in the glass, her face perfectly composed, but her mind was far from calm. The attack on Amaya hadn’t gone as planned. The girl had survived. She was alive. And worse, Damian… Damian had finally realized what she had done. He was angry. Protective. Dangerous.

Ilana said and Nancy nodded - the most you could get out of that woman - already pulling her face mask on. She was Ilana's own contact, outside of Helene's influence. But unlike councilman Woods and the police officer from Missouri, she wasn't forged through blackmail or threats. She was an acquaintance, maybe even a friend at some point. Nancy slipped out of the car just as quietly as she'd come in. Ilana pulled out her phone, squinting at the sudden brightness. It was almost three in the morning. She opened her call log and found Calix’s number but then she paused, her finger hovering over the call option.

For once, I wasn’t thinking about surviving; I was thinking about belonging. “Morning!” a deep voice called. “Tanya, right?” “Depends,” I said, still taking in the place. “Who’s asking?” “The guy who might sign your paycheck.” “In that case—yes. Tanya Reed. In all my glory.” “Nick. Nick Callahan.” Now, question: am I allowed to meet two obnoxiously good-looking men in one day? Because Nick looked like he walked out of a cologne ad—tall, olive-skinned, dark hair, stubble. And yes, I describe people accurately.

After a long while, she reached out her hand toward the cheque. There was laughter in Callen’s brown eyes. Money was her weak spot indeed. People said that a woman who loved money was a gold digger. What good was this kind of woman? Callen did not want to bother about that. In his opinion, this woman was very interesting. It was enough for him to just pass his time with her while he was here in S City. What would happen to Jane two months later? Oh, it never crossed his mind. He would have successfully hunted down this prey by then anyway. After that, there would be one more name on his list of preys.

After all, how can I be the Goddess of Hell and be free of sin? I watch as Calista pounds into my lovely Britney as she moans. His grey eyes are locked on mine and I make a kissy face at him. Calista hasn’t found his mate. Even though I don’t want a mate, I made sure I would never find him or her, I wouldn’t mind fucking Calista though. The man is a stallion and is hung like one, too. My phone pulls me from my private little porn show. “Britney baby, moan louder for me.” I tell her as I answer the phone, knowing it’s Nicholas.

I took the elevator up to her floor and when I came out there was a woman sitting behind a desk. “Welcome to C&C Technologies. My name is Nancy, how can I help you, Sir?” Nancy asked, smiling. “It's Mr. Sinclair. My assistant called yesterday and booked a meeting with Miss. Black.” I replied, giving her a polite smile. “Oh yes, you can go and wait for her inside her office. Miss. Black is currently in a meeting and shouldn't be no longer than fifteen minutes. Would you mind waiting, Mr. Sinclair?” Nancy asked and I shook my head.

I didn’t expect her to still be here. My phone rang. “This is Dmitry,” I answered before checking the caller id. “Hey, good looking.” A female voice sang through the receiver. I checked the caller ID making sure not to get caught up in any games while I finally make my way upstairs. It was Nancy. A girl I have been dating on and off for the past year. We met while I was on a flight to Canada and she was working first class. I reached the top of the landing just as the song changed and a familiar voice sang out. It sounds like Alicia Keys. I recognize her voice from attending a few awards shows in New York. They love her in her native city.

The man swirls the woman, and Vale’s hands fly to her mouth when Kayden kisses her. She whimpers. No, no, No! She can’t-won’t-cry over him. Was it jealousy? Anger? Betrayal? It made her heart hurt so damn much. A hand tapped Vale’s shoulder, making her jump in shock. She relaxed when she turned around and saw Nancy along with Brian. What Vale knows about Brian from Nancy is that he doesn’t work in a gang. But they couldn’t be too sure. Nancy knows not to expose herself as a member of a criminal organization publicly. Even if the police are under their control, the enemy is everywhere, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

She could not cry over a man like that. Nancy walked out of the club and called a number that she had blocked a long time ago. "That message was from you, wasn't it? What do you want, Colton Serra?" A man's voice replied from the other end of the call, "I just wanted you to see Evan Jenco for who he really is, Nancy. I love you more than he does, and I have the power to protect you now. Won't you give me a chance?"

"Looks like Cynthia and Martin are very close." "Ugh!" Nancy's face twisted with fury. "Who the hell does she think she is? Riding Lucien's coattails! Wait until he dumps her—" Selena cut in sweetly, "Women like that are the worst. Always playing both sides. You better be careful. What if she's targeting Martin now?" "She wouldn't dare!" Nancy's voice shot up a few octaves, drawing glances from people nearby. Just thinking about the humiliation in that shoe store made her blood boil. That bastard Hogan knew her—and still sided with her?