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.

if

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

that his future was bleak. But he had no choice. His wife,

a screwdriver from his desk, and hid it behind his

toward the hospital in his black SUV but screeched to a halt in a deserted alley. At the other

car. Two laid

an option; a single wrong move

with fury. He gritted his teeth, threw the car into reverse, and

him, blocking his escape. The narrow

escape was futile, Nicholas stepped out, scowling at the approaching assassins. He reached behind

throbbed. The question hung heavy

marked man and Jasper and Alyssa

Confronted by imminent danger, his primal survival instinct urged him to eliminate the threatNicholas. Nicholas understood Jameson’s ruthlessness, but tonight wasn’t the time for him to meet

for is irrelevant,” the leader smirked. “We’re aware of your capabilities. That’s why we came to you. We wouldn’t be here

this, but not now,” Nicholas pleaded, his voice laced with

critically ill. I need

our

assassins charged at

dark, windy, and silent night would be the night of his death. They slashed at Nicholas with their blades, one after another, but they missed. Amidst the howling wind,

officer, fought with the desperation of a cornered

a blade to find its mark. A searing pain erupted in his left arm as a knife sliced deep, bone glinting in the