Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 2123

Nicholas felt his heart racing as Jasper'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 Jasper from the side.

"Watch out!" Nicholas shouted, his eyes widening in fear.

But Jasper 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 Jasper 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 Jasper. If a powerful patron hadn't backed Jameson, he wouldn't even be a blip on Jasper's radar.

The dark alley had become a brutal battleground.

Jasper, a charming façade 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 Jasper stood back-to-back, bloodied but resolute as they readied themselves for the onslaught.

Jasper's face was streaked with blood, a chilling contrast to his fine features and bespoke suit.

"As I've said, Chief Novak," Jasper'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," Jasper 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?"

Jasper 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 Jasper, 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!" Jasper 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.