Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Late at night, the police station office was illuminated only by the eerie glow of a computer screen. It displayed Jameson's interview after his bail.

Nicholas, haggard-looking, stared at the screen. An overflowing ashtray sat beside him.

He pursed his lips, his trembling fingers dialing Jameson's number. To his surprise, it was engaged. Despair clenched his heart as he gripped the phone tighter.

Nicholas slumped on the couch, his eyes squeezed shut. Throughout his lifetime, he had faced horrors untold, his hands stained with the blood of many. Yet, none of it prepared him for the soul-crushing despair that threatened to consume him now. This was the darkest night of his life.

Four agonizing days passed in this state. Then, one night, his phone rang. It was Natalie's doctor.

"Mr. Novak, your wife had a sudden episode! She's unstable. Please come to the hospital immediately!"

"Is she okay?" Nicholas shot up, grabbing his coat and rushing toward the door.

"Mrs. Novak is in the ER. We'll discuss details when you arrive!"

Nicholas reached for the doorknob as the call ended. He hesitated, feeling the weight of a loaded gun in his pocket. It was a tempting deterrent, a promise of defense. But using it meant wading into a deeper swamp. Every shot, every bullet casing left behind, would be another clue for the police to follow, a neon sign pointing straight back to him and his tangled web of secrets with Jameson.

Cyrus, a rising star in the force, reminded Nicholas of his younger self. Given time, Cyrus would surely uncover their shady business.

More importantly, he lacked the stomach to defy Jameson; even if he had the courage, he couldn't afford to do so.

a devil who wouldn't blink at taking a life, and Nicholas had known this partnership was

was aware that his future was bleak. But he had no choice.

desk, and

sped toward the hospital in his black SUV but screeched to a halt in

car. Two laid a spiked

by car was clearly not an option; a single wrong move would leave him stranded with a chorus

He gritted his teeth, threw the

had become a cage, and he was the trapped prey. Realizing that escape was futile, Nicholas stepped out, scowling at the approaching assassins. He reached

sent all of you, didn't he?" Nicholas' temples throbbed. The question hung heavy in

marked man and Jasper and Alyssa were determined to bring him

instinct urged him to eliminate the threat-Nicholas. Nicholas

the leader smirked. "We're aware of your capabilities. That's why we came to you. We wouldn't be here unless we have the guts and

pleaded, his voice laced with urgency. "My wife's

our employer

assassins charged

windy, and silent night would be the night of his death. They slashed at Nicholas with their blades, one after another, but they missed. Amidst the howling wind, the terrifying sounds of

however, was a cruel mistress slowing his reflexes just enough for a blade to find its

time of a blade, hurled right at his face. There was no time to