Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
Four masked figures in black emerged from the car. Two laid a spiked chain across the ground.
Escape by car was clearly not an option; a single wrong move would leave him stranded with a chorus of popping tires.
Nicholas’ eyes blazed with fury. He gritted his teeth, threw the car into reverse, and slammed on the accelerator.
A deafening crash echoed as his car rammed the vehicle behind him, blocking his escape. The narrow alley had become a cage, and he was the trapped prey. Realizing that escape was futile, Nicholas stepped out, scowling at the approaching assassins. He reached behind his back, gripping the screwdriver tightly. “Chief Novak?” the leader rasped, his tone laced with hostility.
“Mr. Schmidt sent all of you, didn’t he?” Nicholas’ temples throbbed. The question hung heavy in the air, a mere formality.
The situation was dire. Though bailed out, Jameson was now a marked man and Jeremy and Alyssa were determined to bring him down.
Jameson was trapped, a fly caught in a web of enemies. Confronted by imminent danger, his primal survival instinct urged him to eliminate the threat-Nicholas. Nicholas understood Jameson’s ruthlessness, but tonight wasn’t the time for him to meet his end.
“Who we work for is irrelevant,” the leader smirked. “We’re aware of your capabilities. That’s why we came to you. We wouldn’t be here unless we have the guts and muscles to back it up. Cooperate, and your end will be swift.”
“We’ll settle this, but not now,” Nicholas pleaded, his voice laced with urgency. “My wife’s critically ill. I need to be at the hospital.”
“Such devotion, Chief Novak. It’s a pity our employer wants you dead regardless. Take him down!”
The assassins charged at Nicholas.
This dark, windy, and silent night would be the night of his death. They slashed at Nicholas with their blades, one after another, but they missed. Amidst the howling wind, the terrifying sounds of punches and kicks echoed.
Nicholas, a seasoned officer, fought with the desperation of a cornered animal. Age, however, was a cruel mistress slowing his reflexes just enough for a blade to find its mark. A searing pain erupted in his left arm as a knife sliced deep, bone glinting in the pale light.
Another glint, this time of a blade, hurled right at his face. There was no time to dodge.
But the blade never connected; it hung suspended, inches from his eyes. A scream then tore through the night as the blade clattered to the ground, followed by a sickening snap of a broken wrist.
There, bathed in the cold moonlight, stood Jeremy. He was a mountain of a man, his stance radiating an unshakeable resolve.
Their eyes met, Jeremy’s dark and fiery. He extended a hand to help Nicholas up. “Are you alright?”
Nicholas held his breath in awe, his pain momentarily forgotten. At that moment, Jeremy resembled an angel who had descended from the heavens. He exuded an atmosphere of sheer power and intimidation. “That’s… Jeremy Walsh! The Walsh Group’s president!” one of the assassins stammered, his voice laced with shock.
Panic flickered in their eyes. This wasn’t part of the plan.
“We won’t get paid if we don’t finish this!” the leader snarled. “It doesn’t matter who he is. Kill them both! No one leaves here alive!”
The assassins, their initial surprise replaced by grim determination, closed the distance.
“Run!” Nicholas roared at Jeremy.
But Jeremy remained calm, a steely glint in his eyes as he surveyed the scene.
“You’re a cop, and I’m an ex-soldier. It appears we both have a duty tonight. Let’s prove we don’t back down from evil, officer.”
Nicholas felt his heart racing as Jeremy’s words hit him like a shockwave.
Back when Jameson was still in Kontina, he had already ensnared Nicholas in his schemes. After years of working for him, Nicholas had forgotten the man he once was-a conscientious, passionate individual Just then, a blur of motion caught their eyes-a blade was aimed at Jeremy from the side.
“Watch out!” Nicholas shouted, his eyes widening in fear.
But Jeremy reacted swiftly, seizing the attacker’s wrist and with a snap, breaking it. After disarming the attacker, he delivered a kick that sent the latter crashing into a nearby wall, bones audibly breaking. With each calculated move Jeremy made, Nicholas realized his initial impression was far off the mark. The polished, presumptuous president revealed surprising fighting prowess and a sharp mind. Nicholas understood he barely knew Jeremy. If a powerful patron hadn’t backed Jameson, he wouldn’t even be a blip on Jeremy’s radar.
The dark alley had become a brutal battleground.
Jeremy, a charming fa?ade masking a ruthless efficiency, moved with a deadly grace. Even though an individual’s strength was limited, their danger seemed insignificant before him. One by one, they fell beneath his relentless assault.
Nicholas and Jeremy stood back-to-back, bloodied but resolute as they readied themselves for the onslaught.
Jeremy’s face was streaked with blood, a chilling contrast to his fine features and bespoke suit.
“As I’ve said, Chief Novak,” Jeremy’s voice cut through the chaos like ice. “Jameson never intended for you to be an ally, merely a pawn. He’s been plotting your demise from the very beginning, planning to crush you like a spent cartridge once you’re of no use.”
Nicholas gritted his teeth, his voice laced with raw frustration. “You’ll never get it! You can’t understand what this means to me!” He clutched his throbbing arm, sweat beading his forehead despite the chills coursing through him.
“Joining forces with us is your only way out,” Jeremy insisted, his gaze unwavering.
“Way out?” Nicholas let out a humorless laugh. “Is there even a way out for me anymore? Maybe I can cheat death today, but can I outrun it forever?”
Jeremy frowned and said nothing. Even if they took down Jameson together, Nicholas would likely face legal repercussions for his actions.
Intent on killing them, the assassins charged at them once again.
The leader of the assassins, ever the opportunist, saw a chance to claim credit. Amidst the chaos surrounding Jeremy, he made a treacherous move. With a swift, ruthless motion, he targeted the weakened Nicholas, his blade flashing in the air as it aimed for the vulnerable man’s head.
But in a surprising display of strength, Nicholas slammed the leader to the ground and stepped on his chest.
In pain, the leader cried out and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Despite his weakened state, Nicholas had proven himself a tough fighter. His eyes blazed with a feral intensity as he raised his screwdriver high in the air, poised to strike a fatal blow.
In that moment, with bloodlust in his eyes, Nicholas resembled the very assassins he fought against.
“No! Stop!” Jeremy roared, lunging forward to grab Nicholas’ hand. “We don’t kill! That’s the line we don’t cross!”
“What other choice do we have? Let them finish us off?” Nicholas rasped, his voice hoarse with strain.
“If it were self-defense, I wouldn’t have stopped you. But that wasn’t what happened!” Jeremy’s eyes were sharp, cutting through his words. “You were afraid he’d say something incriminating if he got caught. You wanted to silence him!”
Nicholas was stunned. Yet, he still fought to drive the screwdriver in his hand into the leader’s chest. If it weren’t for Jeremy’s firm grip, he would have already finished him. Just then, the wail of approaching sirens filled the air.
The remaining assassins lay broken on the ground, their bodies testament to the brutal fight. Two, in a desperate bid for escape, attempted to flee, only to be tackled and subdued by the police upon their quick arrival.
“Jeremy!”
“Mr. Walsh!”
Cyrus and Xavier raced toward Jeremy, their eyes widening in horror at the sight of fresh blood smeared across him. Panic surged through them.
“Mr. Walsh! A-Are you hurt?” Xavier stammered, his voice trembling. He hovered helplessly, on the verge of tears.
“I called the ambulance. They’ll be here soon. Hold on, Jeremy!” Despite his experience with chaotic situations, Cyrus couldn’t help but turn pale. Jeremy wiped the blood on his cheek with the back of his hand. “I’m okay. This isn’t mine.”
Relief washed over Xavier. “Oh my goodness, thank heavens! Thank God!” He clasped his hands together, muttering prayers repeatedly. Cyrus exhaled deeply. “I don’t know what I’d tell Alyssa if something happened to you!”
“That won’t happen,” Jeremy assured them, his voice firm despite the situation. “I promised Lyse I’d protect her forever. Nothing will happen to me.”
The apprehended assassins were loaded into police cars. The weapons at the scene were confiscated as well.
Cyrus led a pair of officers to Nicholas. “Chief Novak,” he began respectfully. “Once the ambulance arrives, please see to your injuries first.”
“The hospital can wait. I need to be with my wife right now,” Nicholas insisted, his voice weak but his eyes burning with determination. “She’s in the emergency room, and her condition is critical. I have to get to her!” ?
“There’s no need,” Jeremy interjected calmly, approaching Nicholas. “Your wife is safe. They said she was in the emergency room, but it was a ruse.”
Nicholas was stunned. “What? But how? The one who called “
“You know exactly who has that kind of power and why this happened,” Jeremy said pointedly.
It was a setup by Jameson.
Nicholas had no children, and his parents had died early. His only weakness was his wife. Jameson, aware of this, had manipulated Natalie’s doctor. Fabricating a story about Natalie’s critical condition, he lured Nicholas away from the police station, intending to eliminate him discreetly. It was a sinister and cunning move.
Thankfully, Jeremy intervened in time. He also had Xavier call Cyrus for backup. Otherwise, Nicholas wouldn’t be standing here.
“My wound is minor. I can manage. I have something else to take care of, so I’ll take my leave.”
Nicholas, his head hung low, turned to leave. Cyrus stopped him, his gaze somber. “Since you’re refusing the hospital, Chief Novak, come back to the station with me. We have medics who can stitch you up.”
“Do you hear yourself, Cyrus Taylor?” Nicholas’ heart sank. He sternly rebuked Cyrus, “I am your superior. Besides, I was the one whose life was in danger tonight. I was the one being attacked! “Are you trying to arrest me right now? What are you thinking? Will you be able to handle it if news of this gets out?”
Jeremy watched Cyrus with a worried look in his eyes.
Although he wasn’t part of the police force, he understood that those in positions of authority had the power to crush those beneath them.
