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