Nicky's POV
I've come to the unfortunate conclusion that nothing short of a bullet is going to prevent Agent Ryder Asshole Stevenson from following me and forcefully dragging me back to wherever he deems fit.
Too bad my aim with a gun sucks.
Too bad I don't have a gun . . . but I do know where to get one.
I'd like to say that we resolved some of our differences during the plane ride, but that would be a lie. Of course, something had changed. A sort of understanding between the two of us. That's not to say he stopped with the stupid nicknames and that I had completely given up trying to get away from him.
First chance I get, I'm gone. I've just got to be smarter about it and take my time.
I step out of the airport with Ryder close behind me and come to a dead stop in my tracks.
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