It wasn't uncommon to have Nick's men in the house while they talked about their next order of business. Nick sat at the long dining table, having the head chair as he smoked a cigarette.

"Hey, sweet thing," he greeted as you walked by, quickly pulling your waist so you could sit on his lap.

Nick continues his discussion with the other guys as if you weren't directly sitting on his thighs. All of his men were used to how sweet on you he was, while he was the ruthless man who ruled the city.