NICHOLAS
My lungs burned. My ears rang like someone had fired a gun right beside my head… they did. Every limb ached, heavy as lead, like I’d been underwater too long. But I didn’t stop… not with the bastard groaning against my shoulder.
“Don’t die yet,” I muttered, hoisting his leg higher under my arm so I could reach the keypad.
The code buzzed green. I shoved the door open with my shoulder and hauled him inside.
The door slammed shut behind us, the mechanical lock clicking in place then I let him drop, deadweight again and stood there for a second, breathing hard. This safe house was one of many. Not the nicest, but isolated enough, cold enough, sterile enough. Perfect.
I kicked the man onto his back. He groaned again, but he was barely conscious.
“You’ll wish you stayed that way
