The chill air nipped at Michos' skin as he made his way down the hill, his breath forming small puffs of condensation in the darkness. The overcast sky above blocked out any moonlight, leaving the forest around him shrouded in inky blackness. Michos shivered involuntarily, his hair standing on end as an unsettling atmosphere hung heavy in the air. The only sounds that pierced the silence were the mournful cries of birds in the distance and the steady crunch of dead leaves underfoot. Michos paused, straining his ears to catch any other signs of life, but the forest remained unnervingly still. Steeling himself, Michos pressed on, his pace quickening as he spotted the faint outline of a small cottage in the distance. He took a deep breath, willing his pounding heart to slow, then approached the weathered wooden door. Raising a shaky hand, he rapped firmly against the aged wood, the sound echoing through the silent trees. Michos stepped back, waiting with bated brea
"What are we going to do now?" Nicholas asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. Michos gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white as he stared intently into the rearview mirror. The pursuit was intensifying, and he needed to act fast. This RMI had a huge plan and they would not relent. Especially, not after they were seriously dealt with by the Loughty's. It was like a big embarrassment for them and if any of their associates find out that all of these happened.. It would be a huge disaster for all of them. Glancing over at Nicholas, who sat composed and serious beside him, Michos spoke up. "I don't know what they are doing anymore. The RMI cars have stopped as well, we pulled over and they pulled over too. I think they're expecting us to keep moving so they can continue tracking us." Nicholas furrowed his brow, his lips pressed into a thin line as he processed the gravity of the situation. "Then we have to find a way to lose them. We can't l
Nicholas dropped the phone onto the table, his gaze fixed on the empty space before him. Just as he was about to lose himself in his thoughts, a figure emerged in the doorway, and Nicholas frowned, his attention shifting. "Michos," Nicholas said, his voice low and guarded. "What are you doing here?" Michos stood there, his posture rigid, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Who were you speaking with on the phone?" Nicholas hesitated for a beat, his mind rapidly processing how to respond. Michos a very intelligent person, if he had overheard his conversation, he might think he was in danger. A nervous chuckle escaped his lips as he replied, he wasn't a good liar, "Why would you ask me such a question, Michos?" Shifting his weight, Michos shrugged nonchalantly. "I heard you say my name while you were on the phone. Who were you speaking with?" Maintaining his composure, Nicholas nodded slowly. "Right, I was simply having a conve
Gnits and Mr. Philips exchanged confused glances as they stood in front of Nicholas, who simply sank into the sofa, his demeanor composed and unwavering. The tension in the air was palpable, the two men uncertain of what to make of their employer's sudden decisiveness. Gnits cleared his throat, his brow furrowing as he steeled himself to broach the subject. "Why would you replace me with Michos? He doesn't even know how this organization works!" His voice held a hint of desperation, the weight of his years of loyal service evident in his plea.Nicholas shrugged, his gaze steady and unperturbed. "I will groom Michos to be able to perform all the duties. He has the potential, and I believe he can rise to the occasion." Mr. Philips shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting between the two men. "But what if Michos betrays you?" The question hung in the air, a shadow of doubt cast over the proceedings.Nicholas chuckled, a subtle curve to his lips. "That's not for you to ask, Mr. Phi
As Nicholas and Michos made their way through the dimly lit corridors, the heavy silence between them was palpable. Michos kept his gaze trained on the floor, his fingers fidgeting nervously. Nicholas, on the other hand, maintained his steady, purposeful stride, his brow furrowed in thought. Finally, Michos broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I heard that my father was here last night. How did it go?" Nicholas paused mid-stride, his expression darkening. "Yes, he was," he replied, his tone guarded. "But, where did you hear that from?" Michos hesitated, sensing the shift in the Niçholas's demeanor. "I... I could hear his very loud voice. And the... the gunshots. I knew you were under attack last night. I couldn't sleep." Nicholas nodded, his jaw clenching. "Well, yeah... That's right. He was actually here to take you back with him." Michos let out a hollow chuckle, shaking his head. "But he didn't, did he?" A small, sardonic smile curved
Nicholas ran his calloused fingers through his sweat-dampened hair as he stepped into the vast, echoing expanse of the gym. The familiar scent of rubber and polished wood filled his nostrils, sparking a sense of nostalgia. It had been far too long since he'd last set foot in this sanctuary of physical discipline. He paused, letting his gaze sweep across the array of gleaming exercise equipment - the heavy punching bags, the sleek treadmills, the gleaming metal racks of free weights. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. This was where he came to clear his mind, to channel his energy into something constructive. "It's been a while! I can feel my real self coming back." Niçholas muttered to himself, smiling broadly. Shrugging out of his crisp button-down shirt, Nicholas padded across the polished hardwood floor, the soft soles of his black boxers whispering against the surface. The cool air caressed his bare torso, raising goosebumps on his sun-kissed skin. He flexe
Nicholas straightened his shoulders, his gaze unwavering. This was the moment he had been so waiting for, now he felt relaxed, "Your son is where he should be," he stated plainly. Malakai's grip on the firearm tightened, his knuckles turning white beneath the black fabric of his gloves. "What do you mean by that?" he snarled, taking a step closer. Nicholas held his ground, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "If your son wanted to be with you, he would be here by now. You must have looked around, did you see your son anywhere? So, why are you asking me? What makes you think he is not dead just like Theresa?" Malakai's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching in barely contained rage. "Don't test me, Nicholas," he growled, the gun in his hand steadily trained on the other man's chest. "Tell me where he is, or I'll—" "Or you'll what?" Nicholas interrupted, his voice laced with a challenging edge. "Shoot me?" He took a step forward, his gaze unwavering. "Go ahead. I dare you
Nicholas looked up from his phone, his eyes meeting India's as she sat across from him at the table. A heavy tension hung in the air, palpable and unspoken. India's brows furrowed in concern as she observed the sudden shift in Nicholas' demeanor. "What's wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. Nicholas hesitated, unsure of how to broach the subject. He didn't want to needlessly worry India, but the situation demanded his immediate attention. Gently, he placed his phone on the table, the screen dark and ominous. "I... I need to go," he said, his words measured and careful. India's frown deepened, her frustration evident. "Wait, Go? What do you mean, go? What's going on, Nicholas?" Rising from his chair, Nicholas reached out and placed a comforting hand on India's shoulder. "I'm sorry, but there's something I need to attend to right away. It's very important." "But we were supposed to finish our dinner date," India pressed, her anger slowly bubbl
As the limousine pulled up to the grand entrance, two young women in pristine uniforms hurried to greet him, bowing deferentially. "Welcome, Mr. Loughty," one of them said, her tone honeyed. "Your table is ready." She gestured for him to follow, leading him through the luxurious dining room to a secluded corner. Nicholas felt his breath catch in his throat as he laid eyes on the table. It was lavishly decorated, a bottle of fine vintage wine already chilling in a silver bucket. Two elegant place settings waited, the gleaming silverware and delicate crystal reflecting the warm, golden light of the chandeliers overhead. "Please, have a seat," the attendant murmured, pulling out his chair. "Mrs. Loughty should be arriving momentarily." Mrs. Loughty? Wow! That was new. Where did they get that from? That was probably the name India used to book this reservation. Nicholas chuckled. Nicholas nodded gratefully, sinking into the plush cushion. His leg bounced anxiously as he waited, h
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