Low Self Esteem

Nicholas’s P. O. V

“Ethan Blackwood” I muttered, underneath my breath, falling to my knees with my head lowered.

The man who stood in the shadow raised his wine glass. “Ruin him but don't kill him”

He continued. “He keeps interfering! The invitation was to check if he had gotten the message that you are someone who needs to be left alone! But since he plans on coming, then you would go with plan B!”

“Ruin him!” His cackles depicted triumph.

Nodding subtly, I stood to my feet while he tossed some papers at me. “Everything that you need to do is there. All the plans, the details, and everything needed for things to go smoothly”

He continued. “This time, things would go smoothly!”

With a lopsided smile, creeping at the corner of my face, I replied. “Yes, this time he would be crushed!”

“Hopefully!” The man behind the mask, called Le Mort, as every member of the underground world called him, responded.

“Le Mort” His name danced on my tongue.

Staring at the man who stood behind the s