Disclaimer: I do not own GTA IV, Niko, or any of the other characters being portrayed.
Chapter 1: Prologue
Niko sat naked, perched on the side of the bed, the soft white cotton sheets cascading around his muscular thighs as he smoked his cigarette. Exhaling, he watched the smoke curling around his wrist, his arm extended as he examined the small cigarette between his fingertips.
His friend Jacob, a mild-mannered Jamaican, teased him relentlessly about how he held it pinched between his thumb and forefinger like a blunt. Niko didn't care. It was efficient and practical. His fingers much too large to hold it any other way. He didn't worry about something as trivial as appearance.
The small brown skinned woman behind him on the bed, sat up hesitantly before reaching for him and stroking his back lightly with her slender fingers. Slightly digging her manicured nails into his skin as she traced down his spine.
"I love you." She whispered, placing a kiss on his back, between his shoulder blades.
Ignoring the girl and pulling away from her, he stood to his feet. Kiki was a nice girl, but Niko had too much going on to get caught in her emotions. She was a paralegal at one of the firms downtown. If she knew what he did for a living he very much doubted she would still love him. He had met her online shortly after moving here, after his cousin insisted that he enjoy all the perks of living in Liberty City, including the women. He had only come up for a cup of coffee tonight, but it had quickly escalated into something else once she started to massage the tense muscles in his neck and shoulders.
Reaching over to the small cherry colored nightstand he snatched the glass of whiskey and quickly downed the bitter-sweet drink as he glanced around her bedroom. The furniture in the room all matched. She had a full vanity, with a large mirror that overlooked the bed and a short dresser that sat in front of the only window. He had two mattresses stacked for a bed and a short red table in his room at home. Shoving the cigarette between his full heart-shaped lips, he quickly shrugged into his dark blue jeans when the phone in his back pocket suddenly buzzed.
There were a bunch of old messages from his cousin Roman, and one new text from Dimitri, a Russian mobster that he did work for on occasion. Dimitri worked under a man named Mikhail, but Niko had never met him. Niko had only been in America for a couple months, but he was already making a name for himself in Liberty City. He and Roman were supposed to meet Dimitri at the club to talk about some more work since Dimitri had promised to help him find the men he was hunting. The men that had betrayed him overseas.
"Shit." He muttered, noticing the time. He was going to be late. He palmed the phone in his hand for a moment before texting Dimitri back to let him know he was on the way. Peeking over his shoulder at the woman sprawled on her bed, now clutching the down comforter to her chest. He shoved the phone back into his pocket.
"Baby?" She whispered. "Is everything okay?"
He studied the lines of her face. Her forehead creased in worry. The confusion etched into in her pretty face as she stared at him nervously. Her brown eyes, wide, as she chewed on her lower lip with her perfectly straight teeth. She really was a beautiful girl, although Niko knew she had no idea what a catch she was. He wanted to love her, but she was too good for him. She'd make a great partner for someone that was emotionally and physically available. Someone that wasn't him. He figured he was probably just another project anyway. A fatherless immigrant with a will to survive and broken English. Someone that just needed a chance.
Niko sighed, before walking over to the bed. He brushed a few strands of her straightened hair behind one ear then held her chin briefly. Her lips parted as she stared up at him in adoration - searching. Her eyes bright as she thrived on his attention. Niko was an attractive man, but he was not pretty like Dimitri with his clean hands and neatly brushed blond hair. He was not suave like Roman with his stylish shirts and the multitude of rings adorning his fat fingers. And he was not cool like Jacob with his smooth mocha colored skin and the long dreadlocks he effortlessly pulled back into a makeshift ponytail.
Niko was a hard man. He was all brawn, with his broad torso and his short cropped brown hair. His dark eyes cold and calculating. Niko was a wolf and the girl staring up at him like a deer in headlights was his prey. He craved her innocence as much as she craved his masculinity and his strength.
He felt his body responding to her again as his gaze zeroed in on her plump mahogany colored lips and knew that he would definitely be late. Unzipping his pants and reaching in to pull out his member, he stroked her cheek softly before gripping the back of her head. His fingers lost in her chin length tresses. She leaned in smiling gently, staring up lovingly into his chiseled face. He stared back, savoring this moment. He made up his mind in that instant – she would never see him again.
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Alright, this one is a little outside of the box for me. Let me know what you think ;)