Dilemma - sequel // NM Au ( discontinued )

Chapter 2

Jo's POV

Calling my sister was a hassle. I had to go through multiple people just to speak to her, be on hold for an hour and confirm my identity. She sure doesn't want anybody tracking her done. But I mean for fuck's sake I'm her sister. Our relationship wasn't strong at all but I wanted to work on that. Not only for me but for her.

Holding a grudge was not something I wanted to do when it came to our relationship. So bringing her to New York with me was a good idea for us to get closer. She wasn't too happy about just getting up and leaving but she made arrangements for me. Let's just hope it works out.

New York, I was looking forward to. I didn't miss all the drama but I did miss the feeling being at home. I haven't been back there since I ran away, almost 2 years ago. If I go back it's for good. Nick doesn't wanna stay, he doesn't even want me going.

" I don't get it. You want to go but you don't want me going? The only reason we're going because of my  father." I snapped, throwing the clothes into the suitcase, not bothering to fold them. 

The tension in the air was thick, almost suffocating me. We were at war against each other more often than usual. Arguments went from weekly to daily, breaks happened every few months. Protecting me from the world was a hobbit of Nick's and that's where my stubbornness came in. I didn't need protection. I needed somebody by my side.

" For all we know it can be a trap. Why do you even wanna move back? " He sat down on the bed, looking up at me as I grabbed more clothes from the closet. Taking a deep breath, trying to calm down was most hard for me right now. We can never agree one thing but I always settle on what he wants. Not this time.

" Nick, it's my decision and if you don't want to go then you could stay. You always wanna do what you want. But when it comes to me, its a fucking argument. I don't have the energy to do this every day. Learn to understand that there's two people in this relationship." I shouted, my voice cracked towards the end of my rant. Tears streamed down my face. I wiped them harshly and continued to pack.

His lips parted in shock, surprised because he realized I was fed up with this. I would usually be the one speechless at the end of our feuds. Silence filled the room but it was cut shortly as the ringtone of my phone echoed through the room. Nick passed me the phone from the bed with my father's caller id flashing on the screen. I picked up without hesitation.

I cleared my throat before answering. " Hello "

" Are you packed? " Was the first thing he said.

" Doing that now, why? " I knew something was about to come up. I finished the last suitcase, zipping it up.

" I need you on the first plane here. "

" W-What's wrong ? " I stammered. I looked at Nick and gave him that look. He went straight to getting everything ready. He left the room quickly, not asking no questions about whats going on.

" I'm going to tell you a quick story. 20 years ago when me and Christian were running things together, these men called themselves, The Outcasts. We underestimated them, thought they were a bunch of stupid kids. But they were smarter than us. Technology were their talent.

A few years ago they got this new leader that did everything it took to make them the best. Since Christian's gang is no longer together, they're now the most wanted gang. Long story short, Christian owed them drugs, money and much more. But he's dead. "

" So what are you trying to tell me? I'm supposed to give them what they want? That's easy. " I laughed it off but Hunter wasn't. " What is it? "

" That much more that I mentioned is lives. Meaning your life, your siblings, your mom's."

I wanted camera's to pop up and tell me I was being punk'd. A whole year later this happens because of a sick fuck that did anything to have all the power. I gripped my phone in my hand and listened to what he said.

" Why do I feel like I'm in a movie? This doesn't feel real. " I mumbled to myself, I couldn't help but laugh again. My life has been hell. I needed a break.

" Few weeks ago after months of looking for you they got a lead. Tomorrow is supposed to be a huge plan breaking out. That's why you need to leave now. I've booked you a private jet, an address will be texted to you now. Get out of there Jo. " He hung up the phone.

A lot was racing through my mind. Ever since Christian died people have been after us like there's no tomorrow. He made deals, risking our lives because he thought he will be at the top forever. This wasn't asked for but all I can hope is that this is all happening for a reason.

A huge bang went off, ringing through my ears. My heart dropped, not knowing what's going on, too scared to check. I called out for Nick but he didn't answer. Which made things worse.

I stepped out side the room, cautious of my surroundings. And once I stopped out there was blood all over the floor. Fear jolted through me, making me panic. I followed the trail to the kitchen, Nick sat on one of the chairs from kitchen table, with a cloth around his hand.

He looked up, strands of hair covering his face. His expression changed when he saw mine. Getting up, he walked towards me. All I can do is look at his hand, blood spilling through the cloth.

" Why are you crying? " He whispered, lifting my head up from my chin so I can look at him. " I heard the sound from outside and panicked, forgetting that a knife was in my hand. I'm fine baby. "

Events that happened over the last year always triggers me in certain situations. The feelings of being in danger it causes me to panic. Not about myself but about Nick. I'll never know what I'll do if I lose him. Probably lose myself.

" I-I thought the sound came from in here and then I saw the blood. I got scared. " I rambled, he chuckled at how nervous how I was from this. He pressed his lips to mine quickly.

" I'm okay. Okay? " I nodded. " Now tell me what happened. "

" I'll tell you while I stitch up your hand. " I grabbed his other hand, taking him with me to the bathroom. Being careful to not step on the blood in the hallway. " why is there blood out here if you were in the kitchen in the first place? "

" The knife was to open up the wood in the floor, to get the money in the bedroom but I cut myself halfway there."

He leaned against the sink while I grabbed the first aid kit. I got out the supplies to stitch up the wound. He unraveled the cloth, revealing a huge gash. Luckily it wasn't too deep so it actually didn't need stitches. I just needed to clean it and wrap it up.

" So What happened?" He asked again, I started cleaning up the blood around the cut first, wiping as much as I can off.

" We're being tracked down. " I muttered, continuing what I was doing. He hissed and flinched every time I get close to the opening of the cut.

" By who? " I had a feeling he would know who I was talking about once I told him.

" The Outcasts. "

And I was right. He did know.