Nico Robin Powers Novels & Stories

Twelve hours to decide if we run, fight, or burn everything down together. Nico is at the steel table, hunched over a burner laptop, fingers flying across keys as he reroutes accounts, scrubs digital footprints, sets false trails that will lead any pursuer in circles for weeks. His shirt is open, sleeves rolled to the elbows, fresh bruises blooming purple along his knuckles from the fight upstairs. Every few minutes he glances up—first at the monitors, then at me. Victor stands at the weapons rack, methodically checking magazines, sliding knives into concealed sheaths, loading a compact pistol he straps to his ankle under the tactical pants. His movements are precise, almost meditative. The

Nico stepped inside and locked it with a soft click. He crossed the space in two strides. He pinned me against the marble counter from behind. His body pressed hard against mine. His cock was already hard against my ass. “This is your power,” he whispered hotly against my ear. His hands slid up my thighs pushing the red silk higher. “Your body. Your choice. Remember that no matter what happens out there.”

We have to have a few hot, hot, hot and owie chats moving around. It’s the happiest I’ve been in a long while between a new best friend and bundle of joy, canceling out the horrible events before them. Which is likely why I consider the position he’s offering as Tio’s nanny after a twenty-minute power nap. “You can’t be serious,” I blink at the green-eyed puck, stretching across the counter. “Do I look like a man who jokes?” Nico’s perfectly sculpted brow is raised in the question, while that telltale, well-used dimple plays in the perfect swoon worthy grin.

He was ruthless. Nico crawled up and leaned against the door. One of his hands still held the man’s leg, refusing to let go. “Shit you are just asking for it now…” The rogue cussed under his breath and was about to hit him again. But Nico grabbed his collar and pulled him down. His brown eyes glowed a bright shade of bloody red. “you listen to me…..” he coughed. His blood lust could keep the rogue in a trance if he was in his prime condition, but now he was poisoned his powers had also been reduced.

"That is all for today. Thank you for coming." The men filed out one by one. A few stopped to offer quiet words of respect. Roberto was the last to leave. He paused at the door. "You have your father's eyes," he said. "And his steel. Welcome home, La Signora." I gave him a small nod and watched him go. When the hall emptied, I let out a long breath and pressed a hand to my side. The pain had grown sharper during the meeting but I had refused to show it. Nico appeared from the side door like he had been waiting there the whole time. "You did well," he said quietly. "But you should not push your body this hard yet."

I wore my gold necklace with my initial on it and black stilettos. “Fuck! You look smoking hot babe,” Nico whistled as he walked over to me and pulled me into him. “Thanks.” “Remember, you don’t have to sleep with him.” He added and I nodded. He took out a small packet of powder and slid it in between my breasts. “That should make him pass out.” He smirked and I took a deep breath. “Okay.” “The driver will drop you off. Call when you’re ready to be picked up.” “Will do.”

Robin take out one more gun and put them on their heads. " Wait why should i kill you niharika, you're sex starve na so i can make you my sex slave but yeah i am not stupid like you malhotras who'll fall in love with their sex slaves. Firstly i will have you niharika then i'll kill you. " Robin smirked unlocking his gun and niharika cried hugging manik. " No robin, i did all the things and i even take the signatures from manik. Please robin kill me and leave manik. " Niharika cried hugging manik and robin started to laugh.

I just wished stefano would come as soon as possible but if wishes were horses beggars would ride on it. “Over to you.” Robin stretched out his Two palms. He pulled his left hand forward, “on this palms is choosing to be with me and enjoying every protection and power I can give while still married to stefano.* He pulled his right band forward. “On this hand is refusing to be with me and being sold into prostitution, slavery, you name it.”

Rob was always the best one with explosives amongst my men, he always regarded them as his babies. "Look at him grinning like a fucking psychopath" Jamie says from beside me in the car. "It's what he does best, what do you expect" Nico was calling him but Rob seems not to be hearing him. "The Truck is already on the way, idiot. Do you plan to get blown alongside it?" Nico screamed at him but Rob only gave him a middle finger. "I swear if you get blown up, I'll hook up with your girlfriend" Nico threatened and that got Rob's attention. He gave Nico a murderous look.

Nicko, who was daydreaming, immediately corrected his sitting position and shook his head. “Ah no… it’s nothing. You want a new car?” Jo furrowed his brows. “A new car? I said nothing. I’m just asking what’s wrong with you? Did you think of something?” Nico took a deep breath and rubbed his face. “No… mmm actually I… I well, you know what happened to me. That power makes me uneasy. I suddenly thought of Rodgie,” Nicko said. Before Jo had time to respond to her husband, Nicko’s cell phone immediately rang.