Nicky's POV
The seat is horribly uncomfortable, but I don't make any move to get up. Never mind the fact that I haven't had any decent sleep in the past five days or meals for that matter. There were only two things that would get me to the leave this horrible chair; restroom breaks and then when the doctors asked me to leave the room. Otherwise, my stubborn self was sitting in this chair and not leaving.
Damien had been in here with me for a while, cursing Ryder out and talking about what a complete idiot he is. He was also making mention to putting in a request for a new partner because Ryder was, and I quote, "going to give hi
Nicky's POVLillianna Marshal. Ryder's little sister.I knew her before I ever met him. We'd been very good friends, but I hadn't seen her in years. Why? Because until very recently I had believed her to be dead . . . and that's kind of a long story.I continue to stare at her.She smiles mischievously back at me. "You look like you're seeing a ghost."
Nicky's POVI step off the elevator and walk down the hall in the direction of Ryder's room.After he had woken up-and after much argument from him-I had gone and rented a room and the hotel across the street and taken the time to actually shower, eat, and sleep in something other than a hospital chair.Mind you, this was only after Ryder had threatened to get my visiting privileges revoked until I took care of myself.
Nicky's POV2 Months Later . . . Gunshots.I bolt upright in bed as I listen to the deafening bangs of the gunshots that are coming from the front of the house I've been calling home for the past few days.The gang. My mind tells me. But how did they find me? True I cut off the head of the snake, but that didn't mean I never considered the possibility of anyone else from the ga
Nicky's POV"Come on Nicolette." His taunting voice calls.I place my hands over my mouth to keep in the scream that so desperately wants to escape as he stops by my hiding spot.Probability he doesn't look and just keeps walking by?Low. Very, very low.My breathing sou
Nicky's POVAgent Stevenson really doesn't seem to care that we're getting pointed and stared at as he drags me through the airport.Like, literally drags.Like, my heels are digging into the floor and he's causing holes to be burned through my sneakers.His wrist is still handcuffed to mine and I have to hold on to his arm to keep the metal cuff from slicing through my skin.
Nicky's POVI pay the taxi driver and wait until he's driven out of sight before sprinting down the dirt path leading to the simple one-story house I'd been living in for the past few weeks.I punched in the code on the lock and swung the door open, stepping inside quickly and relocking the door.The house is nothing special, and it's really more a place for me to sleep than anything else. The furniture is decent and comfortable. One large couch and an armchair take up the living room. The kitchen has the bare ne
Nicky's POVI wake up from what's probably the best sleep I've had in a long time, and yet, something's off.I glance over at the digital clock on the right and notice its almost noon. I stare up at the ceiling for a moment as I wait for the blissful cloud of sleep to clear from my head and I tense up immediately.The clock was on my left when I went to bed.I jerk up quickly and let out a gasp o
Nicky's POVSo, my decision to punch Ryder was a great decision at the time, but ultimately not the best thing I could have done.For instance, I could have come up with a witty retort. I could have glared lasers through his head until it exploded (wishful thinking, I know), I could have been quiet and instead mentally gone over stabbing his eyes out, or I could have just been the bigger person by saying and doing nothing at all.Yeah, that last option wasn't even an option for me. I have to have the last word .
Nicky's POV2 Months Later . . . Gunshots.I bolt upright in bed as I listen to the deafening bangs of the gunshots that are coming from the front of the house I've been calling home for the past few days.The gang. My mind tells me. But how did they find me? True I cut off the head of the snake, but that didn't mean I never considered the possibility of anyone else from the ga
Nicky's POVI step off the elevator and walk down the hall in the direction of Ryder's room.After he had woken up-and after much argument from him-I had gone and rented a room and the hotel across the street and taken the time to actually shower, eat, and sleep in something other than a hospital chair.Mind you, this was only after Ryder had threatened to get my visiting privileges revoked until I took care of myself.
Nicky's POVLillianna Marshal. Ryder's little sister.I knew her before I ever met him. We'd been very good friends, but I hadn't seen her in years. Why? Because until very recently I had believed her to be dead . . . and that's kind of a long story.I continue to stare at her.She smiles mischievously back at me. "You look like you're seeing a ghost."
Nicky's POVThe seat is horribly uncomfortable, but I don't make any move to get up. Never mind the fact that I haven't had any decent sleep in the past five days or meals for that matter. There were only two things that would get me to the leave this horrible chair; restroom breaks and then when the doctors asked me to leave the room. Otherwise, my stubborn self was sitting in this chair and not leaving.Damien had been in here with me for a while, cursing Ryder out and talking about what a complete idiot he is. He was also making mention to putting in a request for a new partner because Ryder was, and I quote, "going to give hi
Nicky's POVI watch in shock as she steps out of the shadows enough for me to see her. Enough for me to make out the blonde hair and brown eyes.Sarah.I almost feel like shouting in relief as I see her, and then backing away in a corner. Because the girl standing in front of Volkov may be my friend, but she doesn't look it right now.She moves like a tiger waiting to pounce. Like a predator. Like the ki
Nicky's POVRyder falls, his head slamming into the base of a chair as he does.Volkov stands at the top of the stairs behind him.I ignore him. Ignore the gun pointed my way. Ignore the threats he spews at me if I make a move. Ignore him completely as I run straight toward Ryder's collapsed form.I fall to my knees next to him, my hands shaking as they hover over him. I'm unsure what to do. Wher
Nicky's POVI now wish, more than anything, that I had just stayed in the hotel with Ryder.Yes, maybe I would have still ended up running for the rest of my life, but at least it would have been with him. And now, I'll never get the chance to tell him the truth. To tell him exactly what he means to me.I slowly creep out of my hiding place after I watch him pass by. No way I intend to be caught by him again. No. I intend to catch him off guard. I intend to end this.
Nicky's POVI blow out a long sigh as I stare up at the crumbling building in front of me. I tighten my hands on the straps of my backpack and slowly walk up the stone steps.Structurally, the building is sturdy and strong. Underneath the crumbling exterior and broken windows. It had once been a very nice three-story building. Whether it had been for businesses or just a huge mansion at one time, I didn't know. Nor did I particularly care. What mattered was that the building would be perfect for my purposes.I pu
Nicky's POV"Alright," Ryder says as he tosses his jacket onto the couch of the hotel room. "We'll hole up here for a while. I used the hotel phone in the lobby, Damien's supposed to be meeting us here in about . . ." He looks down at his watch. "three hours. So, as soon as he gets here we'll figure what we do next in this . . . mess."He stops and takes a second to look around the room. He looks back at Quinn since she's the one who booked the room.