Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Days passed. Everything looked calm on the surface.

Beneath the surface, however, something was brewing.

On the fourth day, a black car pulled up to the police station entrance. Jason emerged, his face etched with a dark scowl. He took a deep breath before entering the building. An officer stood guard outside a visitation room where Nicholas and Jason met.

"Mr. Novak-" Jason began, but Nicholas cut him off.

"You don't have to say anything, Mr. Derullere. I understand. I've told the police repeatedly that I acted alone. No one else is involved. Regardless of the sentence, I won't appeal."

Jason clenched his jaw. As he hesitated, Nicholas continued, his voice weak, "That being said, before everything is finalized, I'd like to see Mr. Schmidt one last time. There are things I need to ask him in person."

"Mr. Novak, Mr. Schmidt is an important figure. He won't be meeting with you again," Jason said in a low voice. The mere mention of Jameson's name sent shivers down his spine. Nicholas pressed his lips together, his fingers curling into fists.

"I'm here today with a message from Mr. Schmidt himself." Jason closed the distance between himself and Nicholas, and his tone was measured. Mr. Schmidt is aware of your numerous crimes, and he believes that you will never get to see the light again.

"In light of this, you may go in peace. He will see to the necessary arrangements for your funeral. As for your wife..."

He left the sentence unfinished. Nicholas's heart plummeted.

for your crimes and face the consequences, Mr. Schmidt will ensure your wife's well-being. Otherwise, he cannot

to his feet. He offered Nicholas a curt

alone, his body rigid, eyes burning red. A suffocating rage threatened to

exited the police station, his expression grim. As he approached his car, his

message read, "Mr.

and understands

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he received a message containing a geolocation. It was somewhere near the

his

Keeping his composure, he

driver, who

can head back. Mr. Novak is an acquaintance,

to clear my head, so

who was tasked with monitoring

driver took a pensive glance at Jason before driving

arrived

black MPV pulled up slowly and