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.

lacked the stomach to defy Jameson; even if he had the courage, he couldn’t afford to

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

that his future was bleak. But he had no

screwdriver from his desk, and

hospital in his black SUV but screeched to a halt in

black emerged from the car. Two laid a

not an option; a single wrong move would leave him stranded with a chorus

fury. He gritted his teeth, threw the car

the vehicle behind him, blocking his escape. The narrow alley had become a cage,

He reached behind his back, gripping the screwdriver

temples throbbed. The question

dire. Though bailed out, Jameson was now a marked man and Jasper

urged him to eliminate the threatNicholas. Nicholas

capabilities. That’s why we came to you. We wouldn’t be

not now,” Nicholas pleaded, his voice laced

critically ill. I need to be

Chief Novak. It’s a pity our employer

charged at

of his death. They slashed at Nicholas with their blades, one after another, but they missed. Amidst the howling wind, the terrifying

with the desperation of

slowing his reflexes just enough for a blade to find its mark. A