[ DRAGON SERIES ]: when the odds are against them, and the world seems to be falling apart, will the OC be reborn or will they allow themselves to drown and fade away into the background? (ao3)
BOOK 1: ~ 𝑵𝑰𝑲𝑶 𝑨𝑺𝑨𝑻𝑶 ✒️
"𝙉𝙞𝙠𝙤." 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙗...
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"We let the waters rise We drifted to survive I needed you to stay But I let you drift away." ~ Lyrics by Natalie Taylor.
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Something Niko had to admit to himself, was that he wasn't used to Hollywood or Los Angeles girls. He wasn't used to all their demands, their attitude, their... everything. He was used to Korean or Japanese girls, who were more... quiet, more respectful, more... well, he didn't know how to say it, but they were different.
So when he's going to a club with an American friend of his named Julio, he was shocked to see girls walking in such revealing attire, with their asses hanging out of their dresses, their boobs almost falling out of their tops ... It was all so different from what he was used to.
Julio was used to it and he loved it, but Niko was taken aback by all the scantily clad women.
"Listen man, in LA, you can never get enough pussy. It's like a drug, man. You gotta take what you can get before they leave you for someone better. You got that, bro? You're in the big leagues now, Niko. You gotta learn to play dirty, man. You got me, right?" Julio said, patting Niko on the back.
"Play dirty?" Niko asked, confused.
"Yeah, man. You gotta play these bitches like you're Chris Brown. You know what I mean? Get them in the club, show them a good time, and then take them home. Don't be such a pussy, man. You got it? You're with me, right, bro? You're with me, right?"
"I'm not my father." Niko muttered under his breath.
"Come on. No way Chris Brown is your dad and you're this innocent goody two shoes." Julio snickered.
"Because I actually respect people and don't use my power to get what I want." Niko rolled his eyes, even though he was a bit unsettled by the thought of his father. He looked around the club, feeling more and more out of place.
"Damn." Julio whistled.
Britney, the girl Julio had sitting on his lap, took a sip of her drink before giggling. "Do you and your dad fight or something?" she asked, clearly amused.
"Nah, man. We just have different views on life. I mean, my dad is fine, but we don't really get along that well. I'm more like my mom, I guess." Niko said.
"I met your dad once. Like a year ago. It would be a shame if you weren't more like him." Britney winked, her voice laced with sarcasm. She smiled at Niko, her eyes sparkling. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, revealing her long, slender neck. Her red, plump lips curled into a seductive smile as she looked at him. Niko couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins.
