Snakebite
Copyright© 2026 by Lane Millz
Chapter 6: Nico (Present)
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 6: Nico (Present) - He thought he married a pawn. He invited a monster into his bed. Italian boss Nico needs an alliance, so he weds Irish mob princess Alessia. He expects a compliant trophy wife. Instead, he gets a lethal, unhinged predator who’d rather press a loaded gun to his jaw than obey. As their deadly power struggle ignites a twisted, obsessive passion, Nico realizes his feral bride is playing to win. A dark, high-spice mafia romance featuring a truly villainous heroine!
Caution: This Thriller Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Crime MaleDom FemaleDom Anal Sex Cream Pie Caution Revenge Violence
“Business or pleasure?” Alessia asked quietly as I led her toward Stratton and his associates.
“Business,” I informed her, then leaning in conspiratorially, I whispered. “But if you are wanting a bit of pleasure, I can help with that.”
She snorted. “Please, Nico. Nothing you could do would ever give me pleasure.”
I barked out a laugh, surprised at her audacity. “Is that so, amore? There’s only one way to find out.”
She rolled her eyes, slipping on her mask of aloofness. I kept my smile on my face as we reached Stratton. When he saw us, he looked surprised, glancing at his associates and then back at us. He took a few steps forward, putting a little distance between us and the group he was with.
“Nico De Luca, how are you?” he asked politely, extending his hand in greeting. He smiled at Alessia. “I suppose a congratulations are in order for the happy couple.”
I shook his hand, and Alessia gracefully extended her hand to him. “Thank you. It’s nice to finally meet you, Daniel. I don’t believe we have ever had the chance before.”
“Likewise, Mrs. De Luca.” Stratton took her hand, shaking it before his gaze met mine. “To what do I owe this chat?”
“I need some assistance, Stratton,” I said plainly, keeping my voice low. There was no need for niceties; we had to sort this issue out. “Your boys have been a little too interested in my business lately. I understand, Stratton; everybody’s got a job to do. You have to keep the people happy, the papers quiet, keep your department looking good. But you’re looking in the wrong direction.”
I lean in a little closer. “We have a history, you and I. But these Russians, they aren’t playing the same game we are. They’re starting to take pieces that don’t belong to them. My pieces. Soon, your pieces. We have to keep the balance, make sure everyone walks away with something. The Russians don’t care about that.”
Stratton’s eyes narrowed, the tension in his jaw tightening. “You want me to just let your guys run free?”
“We are doing what we have always done. We are not the problem. I’m suggesting that you redirect your attention. Instead of focusing on the drug epidemic, put that energy toward the Russians. Expose them, turn the media in their direction. Their escort rings and poker dens have been a problem in this city. Would be easy enough to crack down on.”
Stratton shakes his head. “The media has caused too much of an outrage. I got a politician’s kid dropping dead, and the whole town is in an uproar.”
Before I can continue, Alessia speaks. “Maybe they need a new story? Like ... how the brother of the Chief of Police gambles in illegal rings? How deeply he is addicted and in debt?”
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