Thirty Nine

"What do you mean?", I asked getting afraid. He bowed his head and muttered some audible words that sent a chill feeling down my spine. At this point I didn't know if I should tell him about the attack I had this morning, I don't want him to get more scared. He raised his head and held my hands, "Nicholas, no matter what happens, learn to hold on and don't quit without a fight". I nodded my head and tightened my grip on his hands, "Grandpa, I have something to tell you". "What's that?", he asked looking into my eyes. I looked at him and could feel the pulse from his hands, his eyes seems to be getting dim. "I was attacked this morning, guess who sent the assassin?", I asked. "I have no idea son", he replied, letting go of my hands. "J. Dickson", I replied. His eyes widened his shock, I guess he didn't know the time he opened his mouth. "No, it can't be, tell me you are joking around like you normally do?", he asked getting up from his chair. "No I am not, I guess they ar