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.

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

He offered Nicholas a curt nod

left alone, his body rigid, eyes burning red. A suffocating rage threatened to consume him as

his expression grim. As he approached his car, his phone pinged with a

read, "Mr.

your predicament and understands helplessness. Could he perhaps meet

words were without emotion. Yet they made this 50-year-old man well up with

containing

felt his heart

Keeping his composure, he

the driver,

head back. Mr. Novak is an acquaintance, and seeing him like this makes me feel

my head, so I'm

with monitoring Jason, simply replied, "Alright. Take care,

pensive glance at Jason

arrived

inconspicuous black MPV pulled up slowly