Gripping the bottle of chilled red wine the two glasses and a box of pizza, Nicholas made his way towards the stairs. Just as he was about to ascend, a voice, familiar yet laced with an unsettling tone, shattered the tranquility of the moment. "Hello, Nicholas," the voice purred, the words dripping with a serpentine allure that sent a shiver down his spine. Frozen in his tracks, Nicholas felt the world around him slow to a crawl as he recognized the name. He turned around gently and saw HER standing right there behind him with a smirk on her face. "Nimah," he breathed. "That's my name," She replied, taking two steps forward. Steeling himself, Nicholas turned to face Nimah, his brow furrowed in a frown. He approached her, his voice low and even. "Nimah, you need to leave. Right now, Immediately." Nimah's smile widened as she leisurely dropped her handbag onto a nearby armchair. "What's going on, Nicholas? Why are you whispering?" she asked, her tone laced wit
Nicholas snatched the paper from Nimah's hand, his eyes quickly scanning the contents. His brow furrowed as he looked up at Nimah, tossing the paper back at her. "And where in this paper does it say I'm the one responsible?" he demanded. Nimah took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. "I didn't have sex with Robin two months ago," she said, her voice firm. "It was only with you, Nicholas. And I don't even think Robin can actually impregnate someone, he is so bad in bed." Nicholas shook his head vehemently, his lips twisting into a sneer. "Screw you, Nimah! I never had anything to do with you, Nimah," he spat. "I don't recall ever having sex with you, so you must be lying to me." He took a step closer, his eyes narrowing. "Now, get out of here before I call security." Nimah's chin lifted defiantly. "If you call security, I'll make sure everyone knows about this and when I said everyone, I mean India and I will make everyone believe it's actually rape," she warned, h
Nicholas paced back and forth in his chamber, his footsteps echoing against the high ceilings. He anxiously ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, a desperate look clouding his normally stoic features. His red-rimmed eyes were fixed on the phone in his hands as he dialed India's number once more, his heart sinking with each unanswered ring. It had been over 24 hours since he last spoke to his wife. India was always quick to answer his calls but it was obvious that she was still very angry with him and she wouldn't even listen to his explanation and this only fueled the rising panic that clawed at his chest. With a frustrated groan, Nicholas tossed the phone onto the nearby chaise, the device bouncing once before landing face-down on the cushion. He resumed his pacing, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What if she had told the Avendanos about this and everyone thought he was a whore. He knew he was partially wrong by lying to India. He should have come clean to
Nicholas hurried out of the lounge, his heart pounding with a sense of urgency. As he made his way towards his room, his mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of a plan that had been set in motion. He just couldn't allow the RMI to get to the headquarters before them. Reaching his closet, Nicholas quickly retrieved the nondescript box, its contents known only to him. With a deep breath, he turned and descended the grand staircase, his steps quickening. Spotting one of the guards stationed near the entrance, he strode over and handed the box to the man, his voice laced with a subtle command. "Take this directly to my car. Do not let it out of your sight and it must not drop from your hand. Be careful with it," Nicholas said, his steely gaze leaving no room for hesitation. The guard, sensing the urgency in Nicholas's tone, wasted no time in obeying the order. He hurried outside, the box securely in his grasp, as Nicholas pivoted and headed towards the gun cabinet.
Nicholas' phone rang, its shrill tone cutting through the tense silence. He glanced down, a flicker of relief crossing his features as he recognized the caller ID. "Ryan," he answered, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "Good. I have been looking forward to hearing from you. Do you have anything for me? Are the RMI almost at the Royals?" Ryan's voice, tinged with a hint of alarm, crackled through the speaker. "Nicholas, have you left already?" "Yes, I'm on my way," Nicholas replied, his grip tightening on the phone. "Good," Ryan said, his words laced with a sense of urgency. "Nicholas, you shouldn't take the Panther route. There's a safer and faster route down the north. You should be able to cross the RMI from there. Do not take the panther route because it's way dangerous." Nicholas nodded, even though Ryan couldn't see the gesture. "Thank you for this information," he said, his mind already whirring with the change in plans. "Be careful, Ni
Wraith's eyes darted across the road, surveying the chaotic scene unfolding before him. His men continued to unload round after round of ammunition towards Nicholas and his forces, yet to his growing bewilderment, the bullets appeared to simply vanish mere inches from their targets. There was an eerie, almost ethereal quality to the way the projectiles seemed to dissolve into nothingness, leaving Nicholas and his men completely unscathed. Wraith felt a shiver of unease ripple down his spine. How was this possible? His men were seasoned, experienced fighters – there was no way they could be missing their mark so consistently. Yet the evidence was undeniable: somehow, Nicholas was deflecting the attacks with effortless ease. Wraith's gaze shifted to Nicholas, whose expression was one of cool, almost amused detachment. Nicholas's lips curled into a self-satisfied smirk, his eyes gleaming with a sense of quiet triumph. It was as if he was toying with them, effortl
Wraith shifted in his sleep as the sun's ray hit his face, causing him to cough, but not wake up. He changed the direction he was facing and the sun hit his face again, making him blink gently, and his eyes slowly opened. That was when he realized he was in an unfamiliar environment. His eyes dilated in fear as he tried to stand up from the chair he found himself sitting on and run, only to discover that his hands had been tied behind the chair. Frowning in confusion, he asked, "What is going on here?" Wraith became confused, struggling to stand up, but his legs were also tied. His heart started to pound heavily in his chest as he scanned the four walls around him. Everything was empty, with only a dim blue light illuminating the room. In one corner, at the upper part of the wall, he spotted two CCTV cameras. Wraith sat still, trying to recollect what had happened the last time and how he had ended up in this room, but he couldn't remember anything.
Nicholas placed a firm hand on Ryan's shoulder, his brow furrowed with concern. "Wraith has lost his memory," he said solemnly. Wraith frowned, shaking his head slowly. His hands were still tied behind his back, restricting his movement. "That's not true," he insisted, his voice steady despite the predicament. "I haven't lost my memory, and my name isn't Wraith. Please, do not address me that way again." Nicholas narrowed his gaze, studying Wraith intently. "Then who are you?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion. "What is your name?" Wraith met Nicholas' stare unflinchingly. "My name is Rankford Loughty," he replied, his eyes unwavering. The revelation hung in the air, thick with tension. Nicholas and Ryan exchanged a loaded glance, their eyes dilating with a mixture of confusion and fear. This can't just be. Ryan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Have you ever heard that name before, Nicholas?" he asked, his voice barely a