Can’t Win Me Back

Late at night, the police station office was illuminated only by the eerie glow of a computer screen. It displayed Jameson’s interview after his bail.

Nicholas, haggard-looking, stared at the screen. An overflowing ashtray sat beside him.

He pursed his lips, his trembling fingers dialing Jameson’s number. To his surprise, it was engaged. Despair clenched his heart as he gripped the phone tighter.

Nicholas slumped on the couch, his eyes squeezed shut. Throughout his lifetime, he had faced horrors untold, his hands stained with the blood of many.

Yet, none of it prepared him for the soul-crushing despair that threatened to consume him now. This was the darkest night of his life.

Four agonizing days passed in this state. Then, one night, his phone rang. It was Natalie’s doctor.

“Mr. Novak, your wife had a sudden episode! She’s unstable. Please come to the hospital immediately!”

“Is she okay?” Nicholas shot up, grabbing his coat and rushing toward the door.

“Mrs. Novak is in the ER. We’ll discuss details when you arrive!”

Nicholas reached for the doorknob as the call ended. He hesitated, feeling the weight of a loaded gun in his pocket. It was a tempting deterrent, a promise of defense. But using it meant wading into a deeper swamp. Every shot, every bullet casing left behind, would be another clue for the police to follow, a neon sign pointing straight back to him and his tangled web of secrets with Jameson.

Cyrus, a rising star in the force, reminded Nicholas of his younger self. Given time, Cyrus would surely uncover their shady business.

Jameson; even if he had the courage, he couldn’t afford

who wouldn’t blink at taking a life, and Nicholas had known this

was bleak. But he had no choice.

back, retrieved a screwdriver from his desk, and hid it behind his back before

but screeched to a halt in

the car.

by car was clearly not an option; a single wrong move would

teeth, threw the car into reverse, and slammed

blocking his

that escape was futile, Nicholas stepped out, scowling at the approaching assassins. He reached behind his back, gripping the screwdriver tightly. “Chief Novak?”

Schmidt sent all of you, didn’t he?” Nicholas’ temples throbbed. The question hung heavy in the

dire. Though bailed out, Jameson was now a marked man and Jasper and Alyssa were determined to bring

Confronted by imminent danger, his primal survival instinct urged him to eliminate the threatNicholas. Nicholas understood Jameson’s ruthlessness, but tonight

That’s why we came to you. We wouldn’t be here unless we have the guts

Nicholas pleaded, his

wife’s critically ill. I need to

devotion, Chief Novak. It’s a pity our employer wants you dead regardless. Take

charged at

with their blades, one after another,

fought with

however, was a cruel mistress slowing his reflexes just enough for a blade to find its mark. A searing pain erupted in his left arm as a knife sliced deep, bone