His Identity

9

Double update :)
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|Nick's POV|

I can't believe the fuckin' nerve of that Ryver guy.

He still looks as carefree as ever as he leans against his car in front of me, his arms crossed while he chews on his gum. He has this smile on his face, he's staring at me but I have a feeling that it's sake.

There's something off about him and I've known that ever since I first saw him at that stupid club.

But I can't place my hand on what it is and that is frustrating as fuck.

I prefer knowing everything about the people I'm around. I developed this habit when shit went down with Erin, learnt that I should never let my guard down the hard way.

So yeah, I know everything there's to know about Zale, Natalia, Rhys and even his stupid sister, Aveline. Or so I hope.

She's so frustrating yet so fucking attractive.

She never did anything to me. She is just too nice to everyone around her. She's such a easy target. It's pathetic but cute at the same time.

Cute.

What the fuck am I even saying— Fuck's sake, Nick. Enough.

Get a grip dude.

That girl's obsessed with the idea of finding out what the hell happened to her father. She's so fucking idiotic for that.

No disappearances are ever random. If her dad disappeared, then he's most definitely dead. And he has probably been for a long long time. While I don't know what happened to him, I have a feeling that the mafia was involved. A perfect disappearance like that, with absolutely no traces whatsoever — like the guy's been erased off the earth's surface - yeah, that is screaming the mafia.

And the last thing I want is for Aveline to get herself involved in that shit. I might not like her for absolutely no reason, but I don't want her dead either. I'm not that much of a dick.

"So..." Ryver begins, snapping my attention back to him. All my thoughts of Aveline getting washed away at the same time. Why am I even thinking about her? Fuck.

"Are you about to say something or are you just going to stand there and watch me like you wanna fuck me against my car?" His question has my lips pulling up in disgust.

"You have been sent to kill me." I remind him, brushing away his words, "you can't expect me to just fucking watch you walk into my life without doing anything about it."

"Well," he stresses on the word for dramatic effect, "I'm not going to kill you."

I scoff at that, "yeah, you wouldn't be able to anyway."

"You sound so sure of yourself," he muses, a smirk appearing on his lips, "are you doubting my skills, Nick? Hmm? I'm the best bounty hunter there is." He pushes  himself off the car and takes a step forward.

I don't move an inch as he continues to speak, "I've killed a lot of people. I have experience, do you?"

My eyes flicker around the place to ensure that nobody's eavesdropping before I allow myself to relax. I refrain myself from rolling my eyes at his stupid question, "you're asking me if I've ever killed someone?"