Nicky's POV
Life is full of road blocks and consequences.
My life in particular just seems to be a bit more difficult than most in terms of roadblocks and consequences.
The most prominent roadblocks in my life at the moment would have to be Volkov and the gang-obviously-and a particular FBI agent that has an annoying habit of tracking me down and turning up everywhere I don't want him to be.
I've
Nicky's POV"In my defense . . ." I trail off, suddenly at a loss for words. I wished for the devil and now he's here."Yes?" He questions sarcastically as he stands in front of me, arms crossed over his chest and his entire body tense.Finally, I just shake my head, which does nothing to help the pounding. "Nope. I haven't got one." I shrug. "I've got nothing."For whatever reason, this
Nicky's POVIt's getting harder and harder to breathe and I fall to my knees, coughing and gagging on the air surrounding me. Black dots begin to invade my vision.Suddenly I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and haul me to my feet. I feel their strong grip as they carry me quickly through the flames. I hear the curses that they mutter as they're forced to take different turns and navigate through the smoke and flames.My eyes drift shut as darkness continues to try and pull me in. I hear the cursing get louder
Nicky's POVRyder suddenly comes to a stop and swears as he stares at an empty spot on the street next to the curb."Are you kidding me?" I hear him grumble in frustration. "What else could possibly go wrong?""I don't believe you actually want an answer to that question."He turns and glares at me. I turn and look at the spot on the street he was previously staring at. "I take it this is w
Nicky's POV"Here," Sarah says as she hands Ryder a couple clean towels and a first aid kit. "Don't get blood on my couch."Ryder ignores her as he takes the towels and the first aid kit, turning his attention back to my leg. He shakes his head. "You're going to need to take your pants off."My eyebrows shoot up and I stare at him, waiting for some kind of confirmation that I heard him wrong. It doesn't come. "You're joking."
Nicky's POV"Morning," Sarah says as I walk into the kitchen the next morning."Morning," I reply as I take a seat at the counter. "Ryder come down yet?" I ask her.She nods as she pours a cup of coffee and slides it across the counter to me. Her hands wrap around her own cup and she lifts it up. "He left about twenty minutes ago. Said he had some things he needed to take care of." Her lips twitch and she takes a sip of her coffee. "He said if I did anything to help you run off, he'd hunt me down and kill m
Nicky's POVI'd like to say that since we kissed there's been some kind of unsaid understanding between the two of us. That we've developed a kind of affection toward each other and are now getting along better.If the fact that I was handcuffed to the car door and Ryder had moved his gun from his holster to his lap was any indication, that was not the case.We'd said our goodbyes to Sarah and started down the road. We had maybe gone a total of ten feet before the arguing started.
Nicky's POV "You know," I start as I turn away from the window to look at him. "you still haven't told me where we're going."Ryder just nods. "I know.""We've practically been driving nonstop for three days. Are you planning on telling me where we're going?""What's this we? I've been driving, and we've had several breaks."
Nicky's POV"Your turn to do the dishes," Ryder says as he stands from the table.I glare at him. "How did you come to that conclusion? I've done them for the past three nights. I'm supposed to be the guest.""You're not a guest. You're like the stray dog I'm stuck with taking care of." My glare turns deadlier as he talks. "And I came to that conclusion because I have a few calls I need to make."