Nicky's POV
"I'm pleasantly surprised to find that you have better taste than Agent Stevenson in terms of living arrangements," I tell Agent North as I toss my backpack onto the couch in the living room of the safe house.
Agent North smiles at me as he leans back in his seat at the small dining table. "The hotel wasn't up to your standards?" He questions in amusement.
"I know a fair bit about crappy hotel rooms," I reply with a wave of my hand. "I've been in worse. I usually don't turn on the lights. I don'
Nicky's POVNow before everyone starts judging me, they left the front door wide open. It was like an open invitation. It was the equivalent of them saying, "Yes Nicky, please leave. I'm begging you."Who could ignore a request like that?Certainly not I. That'd be rude. I suppose in some ways I'm considered a guest, and when they blatantly ask the guest to leave, who am I to object?Also, I was
Nicky's POVI've come to the unfortunate conclusion that nothing short of a bullet is going to prevent Agent Ryder Asshole Stevenson from following me and forcefully dragging me back to wherever he deems fit.Too bad my aim with a gun sucks.Too bad I don't have a gun . . . but I do know where to get one.I'd like to say that we resolved some of our differences during the plane ride, but
Nicky's POVLife is full of road blocks and consequences.My life in particular just seems to be a bit more difficult than most in terms of roadblocks and consequences.The most prominent roadblocks in my life at the moment would have to be Volkov and the gang-obviously-and a particular FBI agent that has an annoying habit of tracking me down and turning up everywhere I don't want him to be.I've
Nicky's POV"In my defense . . ." I trail off, suddenly at a loss for words. I wished for the devil and now he's here."Yes?" He questions sarcastically as he stands in front of me, arms crossed over his chest and his entire body tense.Finally, I just shake my head, which does nothing to help the pounding. "Nope. I haven't got one." I shrug. "I've got nothing."For whatever reason, this
Nicky's POVIt's getting harder and harder to breathe and I fall to my knees, coughing and gagging on the air surrounding me. Black dots begin to invade my vision.Suddenly I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and haul me to my feet. I feel their strong grip as they carry me quickly through the flames. I hear the curses that they mutter as they're forced to take different turns and navigate through the smoke and flames.My eyes drift shut as darkness continues to try and pull me in. I hear the cursing get louder
Nicky's POVRyder suddenly comes to a stop and swears as he stares at an empty spot on the street next to the curb."Are you kidding me?" I hear him grumble in frustration. "What else could possibly go wrong?""I don't believe you actually want an answer to that question."He turns and glares at me. I turn and look at the spot on the street he was previously staring at. "I take it this is w
Nicky's POV"Here," Sarah says as she hands Ryder a couple clean towels and a first aid kit. "Don't get blood on my couch."Ryder ignores her as he takes the towels and the first aid kit, turning his attention back to my leg. He shakes his head. "You're going to need to take your pants off."My eyebrows shoot up and I stare at him, waiting for some kind of confirmation that I heard him wrong. It doesn't come. "You're joking."
Nicky's POV"Morning," Sarah says as I walk into the kitchen the next morning."Morning," I reply as I take a seat at the counter. "Ryder come down yet?" I ask her.She nods as she pours a cup of coffee and slides it across the counter to me. Her hands wrap around her own cup and she lifts it up. "He left about twenty minutes ago. Said he had some things he needed to take care of." Her lips twitch and she takes a sip of her coffee. "He said if I did anything to help you run off, he'd hunt me down and kill m