****Hey everyone....This is Nic's Story I hope you like it..Thnx for reading.. enjoy... ****KOCO****
Nicolai Marcato looked around his office and was glad that he finally was the head of the empire. He wanted to make sure he proved that he was more than capable of running the business that his father retired from, and his brother gave up for love and happiness.
Nic's motto was fuck love; all he needed was a willing woman with something halfway decent between her legs, and he was good.
Nic didn't need a woman around locking him down, and getting in the way of his life. He had waited so long for the chance to show everyone more than his merciless trigger finger, but his cunning mind as well.
His father had never wanted the business to be in his hands, but he was more than ready to make Marcato Sr. realize he could handle the business. He was ready to show his family that he could make the business more profitable than it had ever been.
His new contact would bring them more money than they knew what to do with. Nic had been looking into his new contact since before he had taken over. Nic knew that this contact would be his way to the top. The Marcato Family was already the biggest 'family' in their city, but there were close seconds waiting to take the Marcato crown, and he wasn't about to let the seconds take all he had been waiting for.
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"What the fuck do you mean that you can't! I pay you a lot of money; you are my number one contact. So, again, what the fuck do you mean?!" Mercedes Jones asked.
"What I mean is that you pay good but someone else is paying way better." The Contact replied.
Mercedes was speechless which was a rare occurrence. If he was denying her then that meant he had become a sole contact for someone else, and that some one else was paying him more than she was for the product. But who? Never one to mince words Mercedes asked him.
"Who the fuck is paying you that good, so good, that you are not worried about losing me when I pay you major money?"
"You don't want to know. Even if I wanted to tell you; I couldn't." The Contact said.
"Don't forget that I know where you are. I'm the only one who does, so if you end up missing no one would ever know." Mercedes said with deadly sweetness.
The Contact pondered her words knowing that she meant what she said. Mercedes had no mercy. Which was ironic because that's what most people knew her as, Mercy Jones.
The Contact finally replied,
"If you think hard enough you will know." He hung up the phone.
Mercy knew who it was, it could only be one person. Marcato.
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Mercedes arrived at where she knew Marcato would be just after midnight. This was important business and it could not wait. Who the fuck did he think he was. She was the one who ran shit in these parts not him. She new he was the new boss, so he must not know how things worked in the little area that she ran.
Mercy was the HBIC, and it was time he figured that out. The Marcato Family might be the shit in every other part of the city but this was her county and had been for years, and that was not about to change.
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Nic heard the door of his office bust open at the same moment he pulled his Glock from under his desk. By the time he leveled his gun he was staring down the barrel of a pretty pink semi- automatic.
That is not what shocked him though, it was the person holding the gun. A woman. A very beautiful woman. He couldn't help but look at her even though she looked about ready to pull the trigger.
She was a cocoa brown color with honey eyes, and silky long black hair. Nic couldn't help but look down her body. She couldn't be taller than five feet with curves in all the right places.
Most of all she looked like she could use that gun, and not give a shit afterward. Nic knew he might have liked her if she was not pointing a gun at his head. He pulled his safety, and spoke first.
"Can I help you with something?" Nic said.
Mercy just kept looking at him realizing that he was one fine ass man. Damn, those vibrant green eyes, and sexy as sin jaw with a days worth of stubble on it was making Mercy hot and bothered. But not enough to forget why she came.
"Simple, you took something from me and I want it back." Mercy said in the smokiest voice Nic had ever heard.
Nic tilted his head. What could he have taken from the this tiny woman.
"Oh? What is it that I took?" Nic asked.
"My money, you are fucking with my money, and until you either give back what you've taken from me, or cut me in on your profit I'm going to make your life a living hell." Mercy said pulling her safety for good measure.
Now Nic was not at all amused. Who did she think she was talking to. He didn't take shit from anyone, even if they were a fine ass woman.
"Okay, let's both drop our guns and talk this out, because you're starting to piss me off." Nic said as he put his safety back on and slid his gun back in its holster.
Mercy thought about it for a moment and re-holstered her gun as well. If Marcato thought she was going to back down other wise, he had another thing coming.
Even though she could feel the attraction between them the moment she came through the door, she was not going to let it get in the way of what she had brought her there. It was all about business.
"Okay let's talk then." Mercy said deciding to take a seat in one of the big leather chairs in front of Nic's desk.
"The name is Nicolai Marcato, and you are?" He said watching her sink back into the chair.
"I am Mercedes Jones." Mercy waited for her name to sink in, hoping he would recognize the name.
Nic's eyes widened just a second before he narrowed them on her. He knew who she was alright. She was the daughter of the late Eli Jones. Eli was a man that garnered respect from everyone, including the Marcato family. The Jones' were the close seconds. But ones he had respect for.
He had heard rumors about him leaving his business to his daughter. Now he knew the rumors were true, and what ever he'd done to piss her off, he hoped it wasn't something he couldn't fix.
The last thing he needed was a turf war, and by the determined angry look in Mercy's eye, she would gladly give him one.