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RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 206
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
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 207
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.
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 208
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
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 209
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
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 210
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.
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 211
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
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 212
India descended the stairs gently, her face looking gloomy as she headed down to the living room. Her usually vibrant features were now etched with a patent melancholy, a stark contrast to the radiant smile that had graced them just two days prior. Each step she took down the grand staircase seemed to weigh heavier on her soul, as if the very weight of her thoughts threatened to drag her down. Immediately, Maria saw her and sprang up from the plush sofa, hurrying to her daughter's side. India had locked herself in her room for several hours, making all the family members worried and anxious about her well-being. Maria's brow was furrowed with concern as she reached India, placing a gentle hand on her arm. "India, my dear, what's wrong?" Maria asked, her voice laced with motherly worry. "We've all been so worried about you. Why have you been ignoring us? Why did you shut us all? I am your mother, you can always share your problems with me but I don't know why you just don't." Indi
RISE OF THE EX-CONVICT CHAPTER 213
Seeing her daughter's abrupt departure, Maria rushed forward, her hand grasping India's shoulder in a firm, yet gentle grip. "India, what the fuck do you think you are doing? Why are you being so rude to Mr. Malakai? Do you even know who he is? He can buy out the Avendano empire and it won't even affech him in anyway," she scolded, her brow furrowed in dismay. "He has taken the time to come here and speak with us. The least you could do is hear him out." India's gaze hardened, her jaw set in a stubborn line. "I don't care who he is or why he's here, Mother," she shot back, her tone laced with a hint of defiance. "I'm not in the right frame of mind to entertain this right now." "India, darling, please don't be rude. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you need to take it seriously. If you don't know, you are Lady Avendano already and you can't let your emotions control your decision making. Gone are the days you make bad decisions, this time around... You ne
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