Shady From Cash And Nico Novels & Stories

“Hatchett, I wanted to thank you for your help today. You and all the Steel Lycans. We owe you one.” “You’ll have to mention that to Torque. He’s around here somewhere,” Hatchett said. “Do you have any word on Shiro or Maddox?” Ciara asked. Hatchett’s brow furrowed. “Who’s Maddox?” Hatchett gestured at one of his pack mates to continue on without him. Ciara shot me a confused look before looking back at Hatchett. “He’s the shadow investor who works with Shiro.” “Never heard of him,” Hatchett said, practically dismissing Ciara.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

“What about sitting somewhere else? I chose the back for a reason.” He purses his lips and rubs the back of his neck in an endearing way. “I…know. We had finance together. You were a few rows behind. I wanted to say hi, but you left in a hurry.” Because I thought I could blend into the crowd and slip past the bodyguards. Turns out I didn’t have to get stepped on and pushed into the corner. Shaggy blond hair stretches out his hand. “Hi… I’m Shane. Shane Dawson.”

That truth haunted her more than the face of the man she’d shot. The heavy doors creaked once, then twice. Vince’s voice crackled softly through the earpiece. “He’s here. Alone.” “Let him in,” Sasha said. The hinges groaned like old men remembering war. Then Nico stepped through the light. For a moment, she forgot to breathe. He looked different—not the polished heir from gala nights, not the man who wore charm like armor. This Nico was rawer. Jacket open, sleeves rolled to the elbows, collar unbuttoned. There was a faint smear of soot at his jaw, as if he’d come straight from hell and hadn’t bothered to wash the proof off.

Even Juniper slipped out of his arms, quietly stepping away. Connor's face flushed red. He stammered nonsense, trying to deny it. However, Taylor had already marched over, yanked the keys off him, and handed them back to Jared. His eyes darted around nervously, then suddenly snapped toward me. The next second, a grin spread across his face. "Look, Dr. Harrison. Victoria and I are still together," Connor blurted, changing his tune. "If I go, it'll reflect badly on her too. We're tied together, you know? Maybe… we should let this slide?"

Her eyes darted nervously around the area, silently questioning her presence. "You will begin with the basics," I stated firmly, my voice steady. "Learning to defend yourself is the first of many necessary steps." She nodded, though fear flickered in her eyes. With a snap of my fingers, the shade materialized. A dark, imposing figure emerged from the shadows, its glowing golden eyes piercing the dim light. It was a manifestation of my power, a creature under my control, moving with an eerie grace that sent shivers down Bella's spine. Gasping, she stumbled back, her hand gripping my arm tightly, nails digging into my skin.

I blinked, confused. “You owe me now.” Ricardo cleared his throat awkwardly, as if he wanted to vanish. “Cassie, why don’t you—” “No,” Marcus said, holding up a hand. “This involves her. Let’s not waste time pretending otherwise.” He stepped closer, his gaze pinning me in place. “I’ve got one favor to cash in, and you’re going to repay it.” My heart sank. “Look, I’m grateful, but I don’t have anything to offer. Whatever you’re asking for—”

Attached was a file titled James Carter Confidential. Sophie's heart raced as she clicked on the file. Her screen filled with scanned documents, emails, and bank statements, all linked to offshore accounts in James's name. Her eyes widened as she scanned through the documents. It appeared as though James was funneling money through the foundation, possibly for personal gain. "No... this can’t be right," Sophie whispered, her hand trembling. She stared at the screen, her mind racing. Was this some kind of trap? Or had James been deceiving her all along?

She cried, revealing her dimples, one of the numerous features she had gotten from Kendrick. “How are you doing, my angel?” I asked, spinning her in the air as she laughed. We were still bonding when Dina, her nanny, walked up to us with a little plague in hand, “Her award arrived today.” She said, showing off the piece. “Award?” Teddy asked, reminding me of his presence. “Who is he?” Kayden asked, looking from me to Teddy before settling her gaze on me as she used her eyes to demand answers. Setting her on the floor, I stood between her and Teddy, “Kayden, meet my friend, Teddy Lopez, Teddy, Kayden Darwin.” I said, folding my hands in front of me.

Wade apologetically said and reached to shake her hand. Carl bowed slightly on the mention of his name. The notepad was back in action. Jessica confidently shook Wade’s hand. All of them took seats around the table. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Wade decided to break the ice. “We’re here about the shootout. Some guy was shot too but we’re not certain on his identity as of now. Some recordings suggest that he was probably here to meet you,” Wade said and pulled out his smartphone from his pocket. He tapped away for a few seconds and played a video. He turned the screen of the phone to face Jessica and Adam, who sat beside each other. It was a black and white CCTV footage of the nigh