The early sun made the sky look gold and amber, but Alison did not feel its warmth. Nicholas had taken them into the countryside, away from the city noise. It was quiet now, except for the sound of birds chirping.And she watched, his profile sharp in the headlights through the windshield. Since last night he barely spoke, jaw set, hands clenching the steering wheel.At long last the car halted by an ancient barn. It was an old and weathered building, slowly succumbing to the elements it had been doing its best to out last. “We’ll stay here for a while,” Nicholas said, breaking the quiet.Alison hesitated a bit, looking at the barn. “What are we gonna do ?”Nicholas did not reply. He got out of the car, pulling a gun from his holder while he scanned the area. Alison got out too, her legs feeling heavy.“Is this how your life is?” she asked softly. “Always running and looking back?”“This is what I chose.” He answered, not entirely honest.Alison frowned. “That is not an answer.”Nich
Luke's words rang through Alison's ears like an echo. Her heart pounded furiously as Nicholas shoved her behind him, positioning himself as though prepared for any fight.“Who’s here?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Nicholas ignored her question, his sharp eyes glued on Luke. “How close are they?”Luke glanced out through one of the barn’s cracked wooden slats. “Close enough to make this interesting,” he smirked, pulling a gun from the holster under his jacket.“How could he even find this situation funny?” Alison wondered.Alison struggled to breathe as she started to hear the sounds of machines getting closer to the barn. She could feel herself panicking already until Nicholas's voice brought her back to reality.“Alison,” he said sharply, staring deep into her eyes “Head into the loft. Now.”“No, I’m not leaving you.” She argued. She didn't like him at all but she was way too scared to be alone at this moment.“This isn’t a debate,” Nicholas snapped. “Head into the loft.
The world seemed to turn around for Alison as she hit the ground, feeling a sharp pain burning through her side. The barn snapped and creaked, it was on the verge of collapse. “Alison!” Nicholas’s voice was loud and clear even through the noise. She blinked, her vision blurred, and saw him moving towards her. “I’m here,” she croaked, the sound of the turret echoed again. Her voice was drowned out by the sound. Nicholas reached to her side, inspecting her body immediately for any injuries. “Are you hurt?” “I’m fine,” she lied, wincing as she tried to move. He didn’t believe her, but there was no time to argue. Luke appeared behind him, his gun smoking from killing the men at the barn wall. “We need to move!” Luke yelled. Nicholas picked Alison into his arms without hesitation. She wanted to argue, but the pain she was feeling in her ribs was so excruciating. “Cover us!” Nicholas shouted at Luke as he ran toward the tree line. Some bullets flew through the air, some were aimed
The car was quiet, the only sounds were tiny snores from Alison. She fell asleep immediately after she was brought in, totally exhausted by the whole new experience. Luke and Nicholas remained silent, neither of them saying anything, although it was pretty obvious they had a lot to say to each other, especially Luke.“So are you not going to tell me anything or do I have to get the information from you myself, What's up with the girl, why not give her to Adrian and make things easier for yourself, he'll let you off this once since you guys have history,” Luke said not looking at him at all.Nicholas didn't answer but Luke could feel his glare on him.“Is it because she reminds you of her?” This time, Luke turned to look at him.“Eyes on the road, man,” Nick warned, not answering his question.“That must be it, Right? That must be it,” Luke said but more to himself like a confirmation.“ Be careful man, I'm not in support through”"I didn't ask for your support” Nicholas finally answer
Nicholas tightened hold of his gun as the figure stepped into the faint moonlight. The man was covered by a black hood, and he couldn't see his face yet; his posture seemed calm and unthreatening.“ Don't you dare move,” Nicholas growled.“Easy man, I'm not here to fight,” The man said slowly, raising his hands.Luke stepped out of the cabin, his gun in hand pointing at the man. “ You have ten seconds to explain what you are doing here unless I pull the trigger”The man slowly pulled down his hood revealing his handsome face and piercing green eyes. He resembled more of a hunter than a threat.“Name's Mason; I own this Cabin.” The man stared at them, confused. Luke looked a bit surprised, and Nicholas glanced at Luke, expecting an explanation, although he didn't lower his aim at Mason.“ No offense, man, but I thought you were dead a long time ago; I haven't seen you since,” Luke said after recovering from his surprise.“ It's okay; I didn't want anyone to know I was still alive eithe
The cold night air bit into Alison’s skin as she hurried after Nicholas as they left the cabin, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of fallen leaves. The forest seemed endless, a maze of shadows and shifting shapes that offered both protection and unease.Nicholas forged forward, his instincts telling him where to go as he felt the cool metal of the gun in his hand. Each sound; each rustle or snap, made Alison jump. "Where are we going?" she asked breathlessly.“Somewhere away from Mason’s cabin,” Nicholas responded abruptly. “We can’t stay here.”Alison nodded, though her legs ached from the relentless pace. Fear was her source of energy now.They got into the car ready to flee. “Dammit,” Nicholas let out a groan in frustration as the car refuses to start. Minutes passed and it didn't work. He tried fixing it but it still didn't work.“Get down, we have to move, we don't have much time,” he said to Alison, and they continued their journey.As they walked, Nick couldn't stop
The morning light seeped in through the windows of the building, creating soft golden beams on the dusty wooden floors. Nicholas didn't sleep, his body stiff as he sat by the window, gun in hand keeping watch.Alison stirred on the old blankets Nicholas had found by the corner. She eventually sat up recalling the dreadful events that occurred the past day.Nicholas glanced toward her. “You’re awake.”She nodded, her voice still sleepy. “You didn’t sleep.”“I didn't need to,” he replied, his voice void of emotion. “ We can't afford a situation where none of us won't be able to fight”Alison wrapped a blanket around her body “How long do you think we can stay here?”“Not for long,” Nicholas confessed. “Adrian’s men won't rest till they find us”Alison’s stomach churned. She hated the feeling of being hunted and being vulnerable, the constant fear that everyone might turn out to be an enemy.Nicholas got up, stretched his arms for a few seconds then moved around the room for some time. “
Alison felt movements, she felt she was moving. She couldn't quite understand. Alison woke up in Nicholas’s arms confused. He was walking extremely fast. She didn't know where he was taking them. She was too sleepy to ask anyway. He stopped and opened something behind him. The next thing she knew, she was dumped like a sack of potatoes in the backseat of a car. Alison quickly sat up. She watched Nicholas as he entered the car and quickly zoomed off. She wanted to ask him where he got the car, but the broken windows were a sign she shouldn't ask. She wasn't used to fast rides and Nicholas was driving too fast. Fast was an understatement but she couldn't bring herself to say anything. He still thought she was sleeping though. “Dammit,” she heard him mutter under his breath, angrily hitting the horn. “What happened,” she asked, filled with curiosity. He ignored but she was sure he heard her. She sat up well and looked out the almost completely broken windows. It was still dark but
The night passed with Alison experiencing no sleep. Frustration wove through her thoughts as she lay in bed staring at the ceiling. The way Nicholas was acting was still on her mind. It made her uneasy. He had pulled back once again just when she thought she was drawing nearer to him. The silence in the house felt eerie. It was as if the world beyond her bedroom had vanished. Something was definitely wrong. She suddenly sat up from the bed and ran a hand through her hair. The tension in the house was already suffocating, how could she lie here and act as if nothing was happening? She had already made her choice before she had had time to think it through. If Nicholas doesn't tell her anything, she is going to find out for herself. She got up quietly and padded across the room toward the door, swinging her legs over the bed. She slowly opened it and looked into the dark corridor. She felt a slight excitement. She shouldn't have been out here.Her bare feet hardly made a sound on the c
Alison could tell something was clearly wrong. She sensed a shift with how Nicholas was behaving but she couldn't place a finger on what it was.Nicholas definitely wasn't acting like himself, not that she knew well enough to actually know he's like. But she knew something happened to him. He's like he was waiting for someone to burst right through the door. He was colder than ever all of a sudden. Things were just going well between them. She wondered where the change came from.He was paranoid,he didn't let her go outside. She now had her training at the basement and she did them alone. He was more distant. She was sure something happened and it terrified her for some reason. She knew Nicholas wouldn't tell her anything. When has he ever told her anything?He was constantly working in his office and making a bunch of calls. She didn't know the kind of work but she imagined something dreadful. She noticed he was busier than before. She rarely sees him, mostly when she eats breakfast.
The light turned on in the warehouse as soon as Adrian entered, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the room with every steps he took. His men were ready, their weapons positioned to shoot if needed. The message he received was simple: We need to talk.Adrian wasn't the type to be summoned, he summons people, no one dare summons him maybe that was why he found the message intriguing. This was no ordinary informant. This person knew Nicholas and they knew him well.A figure stepped into the light emerging from the shadows. The man had a relaxed posture and was fully clothed in dark clothings. Adrian's eyes narrowed. He had anticipated a low-level mole, an unnamed traitor. Not the person he was seeing.The man before him was thought to be dead. Luke. It took a while before Adrian spoke, studying him for signs of deceit. Adrian folded his arms with ease and remarked, "So," he paused "You're the one feeding me information from.”Luke smirked. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”Adri
Nicholas didn't sleep at all. He couldn't allow himself to sleep. He guarded the window, his eyes glued outside in search of any movement or hidden shadows. The symbol craved in Alison's window was plainly on his mind. He knew they were watching, they were waiting and Nicholas was ready for them whenever they were ready to strike.The hours dragged on yet nothing happened. No movement or attack at all. Just pure silence. This was the hardest part. The certainty that something was meant to happen but nothing was happening at all.By morning, the house remained untouched. Nicholas understood assuming they were out of danger would be a big mistake. The moment he was about to sleep, his phone let out a buzz. It was the same number.Unknown Number: You didn’t sleep, did you? His fingers tightened around the phone. Whoever was behind this wanted to mess with him. They wanted to make him doubt his own security.Unknown Number: Nicholas, you're slipping. You can't keep her safe forever.He a
Nicholas's grip tightened around his phone as he reread the messages. “You don't know how close we are.”He stared into his phone as the word reverberated in his ears. The statement was straightforward, but it was as if a knife had been driven into his heart.As he inhaled, his jaw tightened as he felt repressed wrath wanting to surface. This person wasn't merely making fun of him. It served as a warning. It was more like a statement. They were aware of her she was here. Could it be Adrian? Adrian don't bother using a burner phone. He texts him directly.Nicholas was aware he had so many people. He had killed a lot of people and he wouldn't be surprised if their loved ones goes out seeking revenge. He doesn't have time to think whether it was Adrian or not. Whoever it was. They are probably on their way by now Nicholas's first impulse was to summon his men and order everyone in the vicinity to return right away.However, he stopped himself. No. Adrian could not afford to alert his sold
Although the night was silent, his thoughts were not. Nicholas stood by the window. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand, even though he barely took a sip out of it. Though his mind was centered on the darkness outside, his thoughts were else that was not here. They accompanied her. Alison.He sighed deeply, feeling that familiar weight in his chest—the one he had grown used to in the past days. This wasn’t meant to happen. She wasn't meant to be anything. Just a tool to be used. A reminder of Amelia, yes, but nothing more. But every day that passed, she became less of that reminder and more of… herself. He was frightened by that.She spoke to him as though he were a human who hadn't committed grievous sins, as though he was someone worth worrying about, and then she said, "I just don't want you to get hurt."Nicholas felt the burn through his throat as he gulped down the whiskey, calling his attention back to the present. He needed to wake up, remember who he was, what he had lost,
The times passed slowly and Alison busied herself sketching and painting. She took a moment to realize she was drawing him. Him. He has been in her mind these days. Like a force that refuses to leave. She wanted to rip it off.The painting was magnificent. His eyes. His gray eyes looked so enchanting. His sharp jaw. His eyes in the painting held a soothing softness. One she hasn't seen in his eyes.She hated it. She hated the fact she wanted to see this on his face when he looked at her. She hated the fact he was invading her thoughts. She hated the fact that she let her guard down even if it was only a little.This was dangerous and she knew it.By afternoon, Alison heard footsteps at the door. She was certain Nicholas had returned.She felt her heart skip a beat but it was not out of fear.She quickly hid her sketchbook, the last thing she wanted was for Nicholas to see the drawing and think she was obsessed with him or anything. She started to read an old book she found on a dusty
Alison sat down peacefully on the couch as Nicholas tended to her injury. He cleansed her ankle's wound with delicate, cautious hands.There was something softer in his countenance, despite the fact that his brows were wrinkled in concentration. It was something something she hadn’t seen before.She tried not to feel anything.But she did.The warmth of his touch. The faint smell of his cologne. The way his eyes flickered to hers every now and then, as if checking to see if she was okay.“You need to be more careful,” he muttered, his voice low. “Things could have gone worse.”“I can handle it,” she replied, though her voice was losing its usual sharpness. “It’s only a scratch.”“ Just a scratch, huh” he mocked, pretty sure he saw her limping.Nicholas looked up; their eyes briefly met for a moment, but it was enough for Alison's heart to be at faster. Neither of them spoke but everything unsaid seemed to hang in the air between them.But then, as always, Nicholas was the first to bre
Alison carried on like nothing happened.It was an accident. Nicholas was half asleep. He probably didn't remember anything. She had been stupid to let her guard down. Only one thing mattered —Survival.No matter how she tried to forget, she could still feel his warmth, his arms around it. She could still remember how his face looked so peaceful, so vulnerable. It was so unsettling to her. She shouldn't be thinking like that. She mustn't. When she entered the living room, Nicholas was already there sipping his coffee. He was back to his usual self—cold and distant. It was nothing like the pain in his eyes she saw last night. She was right, he probably didn't remember anything.“Training starts in ten,” he said, his voice sharp, sparing her a quick glance..Alison nodded quickly. “Got it.”Neither of them said anything. But the silence between them felt different. Not cruel. There was this tension in the air that Alison felt, she wasn't if he felt it too.The training was tense that d