Nicky's POV
I 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 POV"Where are we going now?" I question.Ryder doesn't reply and stares straight ahead at the road in front of him. Occasionally he drums his fingers along the steering wheel.Hell, I don't even know if he is staring ahead at the road. Those stupid sunglasses cover his eyes. For all I know, he's rolled his eyes so far back into his head they're stuck there and he's just decided not to say anything about it.
Nicky's POVI used to go to church with my family every Sunday. I suppose that was odd, considering I wasn't exactly on the straight and narrow and was doing things that God would definitely frown upon. I'm sure if my parents had ever been aware of it they would have been sure to sit a few rows away from me so that when I got struck down with lightning they wouldn't accidentally get hit.The one thing from church that I really retained, was also what my parents would tell me every night after we were put into witness protection. God has a plan for all of us.