Nicholas’s POV

I woke up to the smell of bread baking.

My head throbbed so badly.

I tried to sit up, but sharp pain shot through my side. I fell back against the thin pillow, breathing heavily.

Sweat broke out on my forehead, despite the cold weather.

The ceiling above me was made of wood. This wasn’t my house or the office. It was a small bedroom,

I closed my eyes, trying to remember.

Car spinning, glass breaking and sack over my head, with needle pierced on my neck.

“Bury him ...