Love Profound

****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.

"So you know who I am Marcato." Mercy stated with a smug half smile.

"Yes, I knew your father. So, what is it that I have supposedly taken from you?" he asked even though he an inkling what it was.

"My contact." Mercy said simply. Nic looked at her for a moment wondering how he was going to fix this fuck up. He should have made sure he was more anonymous. He would deal with that later though. At the moment Nic had a very pissed off chocolate pixie on his hands.

Nic decided to play dumb for a second.

"What contact?" He asked acting completely oblivious.

Mercy took a deep breath, and counted to ten, she was not one known for patience. Marcato was deeply testing it, and her temper.

"You know what I'm talking about." Mercy replied trough clenched teeth.

"Okay, I know what you are referring to, but how is this my problem?" Nic said leaning forward and capturing her eyes with his.

Mercy looked back at Nic for the longest time knowing that after awhile her intense gaze would unnerve him.

Nic knew she was trying to stare him down,and he had to admit that it was working. But he would be damned if he let it show.

"Miss Jones I'm waiting." Nic said.

"Let's cut the bullshit Marcato. You know that you bought out a contact, and that contact in particular was mine." Mercy stated controlling her instinct to smack Nic.

"I did not know that this contact was yours, but you have my apologies." Nic said knowing that he had fucked up big time, and he to find a way to fix what he had done.

If he would have figured out that the contact was being used by the Jones' he would not have made the deal the way he did.

"So, what are you going to do about it?" Mercy asked as if she had read his mind. She was giving him a chance to suggest something, before she did.

"Well, you can find another contact." Nic snapped coming to his feet. Mercedes Jones was pissing him off, he needed to think.

Mercy came to her feet as well, and walked around his desk to stand toe to toe with him. When she barely came to his chest, Mercy surprised him by planting herself on top of his feet.

"He was my contact first, and either you give him back or figure something else out. If you don't you will have a problem that is much bigger than this." Mercy said motioning her hand between the two of them.

Nic looked down at her standing on his feet and gently grabbed her and set her back on the ground, locking her between him and the desk. Nic caged her in before he spoke.

"Okay, Mercedes. I know you are pissed, but I need time to think. Why don't you come back tomorrow and we will work this out." Nic gave her his most charming smile.

Mercy smiled back, letting him think for just a second that he was appeasing her.

Then she gave him a hard push to the chest, and made her way to the door.

"You do your thinking Marcato. I'll be back tomorrow, and while you are thinking remember that Mercy Jones always gets what she wants ." Mercy slammed the door on her way out.

Nic shook his head as he stared at the shut door. He knew that he was going to have think really hard about a solution to this problem he'd created.

But while he was thinking he need to make a trip to visit to his new contact.

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The Contact took a deep breath as the door shut behind Nic Marcato. He knew he shouldn't have hinted to Mercy at who had bought her out, but he couldn't help it. She thought she was the only one who knew where he was, but she was mistaken. Marcato had found him awhile ago, and they had been working on a deal ever since.

By telling Mercy about Marcato he knew that they would butt heads. Hopefully they would realize that sooner rather than later that they needed to come together. He could only protect them for so long.

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Mercy looked at the clock. It was 8 AM. She wanted to know who the fuck was knocking on her door at this time of morning. She hopped out the bed and grabbed her gun just in case. As she made her way to the door she looked out the window and knew the big black Navigator belonged to Nic. She pulled her safety.

"Who is it?!" Mercy yelled even though she already had a clue.

The knocking stopped and there was a long pause before there finally came an answer.

"Nicolai."

Mercy slowly opened the door with her gun pointed right at his chest. Nic looked down at the gun before he slowly stepped inside her apartment.

"This the second time you have pointed your gun at me. I do not think I like it." Nic said as he looked down at the tiny woman ready to take him out.

"Well I don't like being awakened unexpectedly at eight in the morning." Mercy retorted. She sighed before she offered him a seat.

"I'll be right back."Mercy said before she left him to go back to her room.

"Okay."

Nic said as he started to look around. Mercy's house was big for just one person. A tiny person at that. She had oversized furniture and lots of large colorful paintings.

Even though she was a small woman her large furniture complimented her large personality. Nic smiled at the thought of her unkempt appearance when she answered the door.

Nic could honestly say that he had never been more instantly attracted to someone in his life. The way he was feeling didn't mix with the way he wanted to live his life. And that was wife free, but there was something about Mercy that turned him on beyond belief.

Maybe it was the fact that he didn't scare her or the fact that she was not afraid to pull out her gun.

He quietly chuckled at his thoughts. If he felt this way now, Nic knew that he was going to feel something much deeper after he told her how they were going to fix their little rift.

Nic didn't think that Mercy would go for it at first, but he was going to convince her because he knew what he was planning was going to bring them all a lot of money.

Mercy walked back in the room looking fresh and innocent except for the piece she had holstered at her side. Her hair was a mass of hair surrounding her face, she wore dark denims, and a stark white long sleeve t-shirt. Nic had to look away because he felt himself becoming aroused.

Mercy looked at Nic looking at her, before he shifted his gaze. She knew that she had to hurry him up out of her place before she jumped him. She could not believe that she was catching feelings for a man she barely knew; a man who was fucking with her money. On that thought all the fuzzy feelings left and she got to business.

"So, Marcato what did you come here for?"

"Well I have a proposition that I hope you won't refuse." Nic said tilting his lips in a sexy smirk that made Mercy's panties moist.

"What, um what kind of proposition did you have in mind?" Mercy said motioning for him to sit at the chair across from her at the table.

Nic knew what she was thinking and he would get there eventually, but this proposition wasn't sexual it was all about the money they could make.

"Well I think we should merge. Like one big family, you and I should run the business together. We can be the biggest thing this state has ever known." Nic stated.

He knew that he had been waiting forever to be in control of things, and for him to share it seemed unlike him, but the change was so drastic that it would leave little doubt in one's mind as to who ran The Family.

If he had to share the reins with a woman like Mercy why the hell not. It wasn't all about the control anyway, it was about the money, and they could make some together. A lot of it.

Mercy was stunned. Of all the things that she thought he was going to say that was not it. Why would Marcato want to merge their business's when he had just inherited his.

And why would she give up so much power when she had worked damn hard to gain respect in the business. There were not many Families that were ran by women, and she was making her mark on the streets. Mercy still wanted to know why she would give that up.

"Okay, Marcato why this deal? Tell me why I would do something that stupid." Mercy said looking him dead in the eye.

Nic hated to admit it but her steady stare unnerved him a little, he had never met a woman who didn't swoon at his feet or obey his commands.

Mercy challenged him every step of the way. He liked that about her, but he didn't like that he didn't feel on top of his game when she was around. She made him feel things that he didn't want to feel.

Nic cleared his throat before answering,

"Well, money of course. And with our business's combined we can dominate the whole state. I have knowledge first hand that you don't take any shit, neither do I, so I think this would give us both what we want." Nic's eyes stayed locked with hers. He was wondering what she was thinking about.

Nic could see that wheels turning in her head. He liked that she thought about her words before she answered, that showed him that she was not a hot head when it came to business.

Mercy thought about what Nic said for several minutes. If they merged it would mean more money than they could spend in a life time. This would be her opportunity to prove that she was the baddest bitch in the game.

Even though she had proven that she could make moves on her own, people still wanted her to prove why she was the boss. This would be the ultimate slap to anyone who doubted her or wanted to try and over throw her. This would put an end to all that.

Mercy cracked wide grin. She was going to do it.

Nic was taken aback by the beauty of her smile, the way it reached her eyes and made them light up. Nic adverted his eyes knowing that if he kept looking directly at her he would do something he'd regret.

Mercy stood and gave him her answer.

"Well, Marcato, I guess this means we are in business." Mercy held out her hand for him to shake.

Nic looked down at her tiny hand knowing that if he shook her hand it would lead to him touching her all over. That was all he could think about.

"I'm glad that you accepted my offer. I know that we can thrive in this business as partners." Nic said as he stood up and walked towards the door. " There will be a meeting tomorrow at my place, make sure you bring your people,and I will bring mine."

Mercy watched his retreating back as he spoke to her and the smile fell off her face. Why would he propose an offer like that and then rush away. Something wasn't right.

"Hey why are you leaving so fast? We didn't shake on this agreement." Mercy said rushing behind him and pulling on his forearm.

The moment her skin touched his he knew that he was going to kiss her.

Nic turned around to face Mercy and her breath caught at the look on his tan face. His eyes had darkened and his pulse was jumping in his neck.

Nic knew what he was about to do was not something he should even be thinking about. He knew that if he kissed her he would slowly begin to fall. And he couldn't afford to that.

Just as that thought passed his mind, so did the thought of how juicy her lips looked, how good she smelled, and how she would taste also crossed his mind.

Mercy sucked in her breath as the first brush of his lips crossed hers. She closed her eyes as he licked her lips then slid his tongue inside her mouth so it could tangle with hers. He tasted so good. Mercy wrapped her arms around his neck and bit his bottom lip.

Nic groaned in pleasure when she licked the sting away. He could feel himself getting hard. Mercy gave a breathless sigh when he rubbed his cock against her sweet spot. Hearing her moans of pleasure Nic pulled away knowing he had to stop before things went too far.

"MMMmmm, our deal is sealed with a kiss. Have a good night Miss Jones." Nic said in a rough voice. He gave her one more wanting look before he shook his head and left.

Mercy knew she was in trouble.

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Diego looked down at the picture he held in his hand and calculated how much this hit would cost his employer. He smiled at the well over six figure calculation. This could and would be his last kill.

He could start a new life some where and never have to kill again if he got this hit. Diego was an excellent marksman he never missed a shot and he damned sure wouldn't miss this one. The man in the picture was his ride to freedom.