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RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 177
The chill air nipped at Michos' skin as he made his way down the hill, his breath forming small puffs of condensation in the darkness. The overcast sky above blocked out any moonlight, leaving the forest around him shrouded in inky blackness. Michos shivered involuntarily, his hair standing on end as an unsettling atmosphere hung heavy in the air. The only sounds that pierced the silence were the mournful cries of birds in the distance and the steady crunch of dead leaves underfoot. Michos paused, straining his ears to catch any other signs of life, but the forest remained unnervingly still. Steeling himself, Michos pressed on, his pace quickening as he spotted the faint outline of a small cottage in the distance. He took a deep breath, willing his pounding heart to slow, then approached the weathered wooden door. Raising a shaky hand, he rapped firmly against the aged wood, the sound echoing through the silent trees. Michos stepped back, waiting with bated brea
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 178
Raylan stood frozen, his heart pounding furiously in his chest as his gaze darted back and forth between the two men before him. Nicholas held a gun firmly in his hand, while Michos - the one Raylan had trusted implicitly - stood there with a self-satisfied smile on his face. A heavy silence blanketed the cramped cottage, the only sound the faint tick of an old clock on the mantel. Raylan's mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, but with Nicholas blocking the doorway, any chance of escape seemed futile. Tears began to well in Raylan's eyes as the overwhelming realization of his predicament sank in."Michos," Raylan's voice wavered, "you... you set me up. I trusted you, and this is what you do?"Michos stepped forward, wiping the blood from a cut on his cheek. "Raylan, you should have been dead a long time ago. I'm the one who has been protecting you all this time."Raylan's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? Protecting me?" "When you failed your first tas
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 179
The tension in the car was palpable as Raylan sat in the backseat next to Nicholas, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and apprehension. He tried to maintain an outward appearance of calm, but inside, his mind was racing, desperately searching for a way to escape this perilous situation. Beside him, Nicholas sat quietly, his stern gaze fixed ahead as Michos navigated the car through the winding roads. Raylan could feel the weight of the gun tucked into Nicholas's waistband. He knew that any sudden movement or attempt to flee would likely result in a bullet tearing through his flesh, and the mere thought of it made his stomach churn. Raylan's mind raced, desperately trying to devise an escape plan, but the threat of being shot down kept him rooted to the spot. He wanted to open the door of the car and just jumped out while the car was in motion. He knew it was dangerous and could even cost him his life but he still wanted to do it. However, he knew how fast Niçhol
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The car's tires crunched against the gravel as Michos pressed firmly on the brake, bringing the vehicle to a gradual halt. Raylan's heart pounded in his chest as he leaned forward, peering intently through the windshield towards the towering structure in the distance. "Michos, you should stop the car already, you should move any further," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're almost at Creole, and I can't risk the guards hearing us approach." Michos twisted in his seat, his brow furrowed with concern. "Why, Raylan? What's the problem? You can see there is no building around us," he asked, his gaze shifting anxiously between the road ahead and Raylan's anxious expression. Raylan took a steadying breath. "Yeah, there is no building around and that is just for deceit. If the guards catch wind of our arrival, it could jeopardize everything," he explained. "We need to be as stealthy as possible." "Yeah, I think Raylan is right. We shouldn't alert them,
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 181
One of the guards stepped forward, his eyes narrowing with undisguised annoyance and anger. "Who are you?" he demanded, his gruff voice cutting through the tense silence. Without a hint of fear, Nicholas calmly dipped his hand into his pocket, extracting a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. With unhurried movements, he placed a cigarette between his lips and flicked the lighter, the flame dancing as he drew a deep, steadying breath. Exhaling a plume of smoke, he fixed the guard with an even stare. "I.... am Nicholas Loughty," he replied evenly. At the mention of his name, the guards' eyes widened in shock. They exchanged startled glances, the tension palpable. They couldn't believe their ears. Same Niçholas Loughty? They all stood frozen, not knowing what to say or how to react. How did Niçholas know about this Creole place in the first place? Finally, one of them spoke up, his tone almost drawling in disbelief. "Are you... Nicholas Loughty? Of the Royal Group? Lord
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 182
Nicholas stepped out of the bathroom, the steam from his warm shower still clinging to his skin. He briskly dried himself with a soft towel, relishing the comfort against his chilled flesh. Glancing out the window, he couldn't help but smile at the brilliant sunlight that bathed his room, a stark contrast to the gloomy weather that had plagued the city for the past few weeks. "Finally, summer is here," he murmured to himself, a sense of relief and anticipation washing over him. The past several weeks had been a whirlwind, both personally and professionally, and Nicholas was more than ready for a much-needed respite. Crossing the room, he opened the doors of the closet, his eyes scanning the neatly organized array of shirts, trousers, and suits. Selecting a striped ash-colored shirt and a pair of black trousers, he laid them gently on the bed, his movements unhurried and deliberate. Just as he was about to start dressing up, a familiar vibration broke the
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 183
Nicholas sat composed at the beautifully decorated table, the ornate gold and crystal décor of the five-star restaurant glittering around him. An array of delectable delicacies adorned the table - tender grilled meats, fresh seafood, artfully crafted desserts, and bottles of the finest vintage wines. Perfect set up for a VIP. He checked his wristwatch once more, the hands now indicating it had been over thirty minutes since he first arrived and took his seat. Where was India? Nicholas tried to tamp down the growing anxiety creeping up within him. This was meant to be a special evening, a chance for them to finally work through the issues that had been steadily driving a wedge between them. He had booked this private alcove, carefully selected India's favorite dishes, and even had a bouquet of her preferred lilies waiting on the table. Everything was set, but her absence left an unsettling void. Maybe she just lead him on to believe she had agreed. “No! She won't do
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India's smile widened as Nicholas made that statement, and she let out a genuine laugh, the sound music to Nicholas's ears. "I really did miss the way your lips tasted," she admitted, her eyes sparkling with a familiar warmth. Nicholas felt a surge of relief wash over him, and he chuckled softly. "And I missed you too, my love. I missed everything about you and that's why I want to have you back," he murmured, his fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw. India sighed, her gaze drifting down to the glass of wine she had abruptly set down earlier. Picking it up, she took a sip, savoring the rich, robust flavor. “Does that mean you've forgiven me, my love?” Niçholas asked as he saw India's face was now relaxed. "I'll give you one last chance, Nicholas," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Nicholas felt a broad, triumphant smile spread across his face. "I promise I'll never make the same mistake again, India," he said, his heart swelling with joy. "N
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