Nico Kim Novels & Stories

Kimberly sighed and was about to go with the girls when she saw someone looking and seems to be taking pictures of Damien and Claire with his camera secretly. He was dressed black all through. And his face looks familiar. 'Try to remember, Kimberly.' "Yes! The guy at Italy" She mumbled. What's he doing here? First, it was the restaurant in Italy and now here? After he was satisfied with the pictures he took, he looked around and saw Kimberly. He smiled inwardly. 'She's always with him.' He thought and walked away. Kimberly had the urge to run after him but it's dangerous. One of the reasons she didn't want to go home alone tonight. What if he kidnaps her?

Donnie said breaking the awkward silence since Nick was content with staring at Kim "Miss Blake, if you please" "Of course" Kim said trying to avoid Nick's gaze, he was making her uncomfortable, why wouldn't he just stop looking at her. He was looking at her like she had done something bad and he knew about it. "It's nice to finally meet you Mr Sone, I'm Kimberly Blake and these are my associates Britany Quick, Tom Dunlop, and Charlie Evans".

she inquired and that was when I realised this had to do with Nico and all these charges were a trap to rat on him. And right now I was more than happy to. “Miss Cavill, answer the question, is Nico conspiring with Kenji, you have to understand that Kenji Sasaki is an international criminal, wanted in over 5o countries, especially here in the U.S, he is a ruthless bloodthirsty leader of a dangerous clan in Japan, he has trafficked and killed hundreds of women and children, and you were seen being intimate with him, several witnesses put you in a room with him” she accused.

Nico My trainer is ready as he stands in his black, knee length shorts, his bald head with a tattoo on it of a skull with a patch over one skull eye. Not very attractive which is a shame because Nikolei is a good-looking man, he has dark skin with amber eyes, almost like a cat. “Morning Boss, where is the lady?”

Nico expressed. Here Nico was giving me a compliment. He seemed very genuine which was a huge surprise for me. “There’s something I need you to do.” Of course there’s always a reason he says things. He’s not a good person. “What is it?” I asked cautiously, keeping my tone neutral. “I need you to attend a meeting for me,” he said, as he licked the ice cream off the spoon, his eyes were sharp. “It’s important, some investors are involved, and I can’t risk showing my face.”

Then my gaze locked on him behind the bar. Nico. Twenty-three, maybe twenty-four. Lean, sharp-jawed, with messy black hair that fell into stormy gray eyes and a body that screamed trouble, tight black tank clinging to smooth, tattooed shoulders, low-slung jeans hugging a perfect bubble ass. He was pouring shots with a smirk that could make a man hard and murderous in the same breath. Handsome didn’t cover it. He was fucking edible. I stopped dead. “That one. Bring him to my booth.”