Poland Boy

Nicholas’s P.O.V

I had barely gotten out of the hospital when I received a call from Pedro. As soon as I received that call, cold shivers ran down my spine because I knew that the only tangible reason behind him calling me was concerning Le Mort.

I ignored the call, sliding my phone down my pocket.

Was there a high chance that Lee Mort knew that something went wrong at the hospital?

Did he make someone follow me? why was it starting to seem like he knew all my movements, all the people that I was meeting with? Now, this was going in a way that I didn’t expect.

My phone rang again and this time, I was forced to answer the call.

I pressed the phone to my ear and what I was welcomed with was a threat. “Le Mort wishes to know if you have a death wish”

My fingers balled into fists as I squeezed my eyes shut in anger. “I am so tired of all of this” I mumbled before flicking my eyes open at the same time, forcing out a smile.

“What do you mean? I didn’t mean to ignore the call, is anythi