Chapter 102 Nikki

Fuzzy. Everything is fuzzy, clearing only when I give a few dry blinks. The first thing that comes into my vision is Bronson. Relief flows through me as I see him staring blankly at me. His head is titled, as If tired from holding it up at an awkward angle and the blood that was coming from his face has now dried all over his shirt. His eyes glance me over, and once he sees that I am awake, he sits up startled and looks around the room, then back to me.

“Nikki?”

I nod my head, not knowing what else to do, and that’s when all the blanks fill in. I’m sitting in a chair, same as Bronson. My hands are tied to the arms of the chair with zip ties and around my waist and legs are a tight rope cutting into the skin. I shake my head and close my eyes, making a mental note of how I feel.

My head is hurting, but not a skull splitting kind of pain. My hands and legs hurt, most likely from how tight my ties are, and my lips feel swollen, in desperate need of water.

“Bronson?” I answer his worried expression.

“Thank God. Are you alright?” He sounds concerned, and it takes me a moment to remember that we didn’t leave each other on a good note the last time we spoke.

“Where are we?” I murmur as my eyes leave his and look around the vast room. I can’t answer his question, not when I don’t know our circumstances yet. Charles did this, and of what I can remember Brody and Mick were with him. I walked right into their trap, not thinking for one moment, that they would be relying on me to come barging into the penthouse like a mad woman hell bent on revenge.

“My office. Fairly sure it’s the one room you never come into.” He states and I’m blessed with one of his smiles, one that feels like I haven’t seen in years. Bronson looks around then tries sitting up further and whispers his remaining words to me. “It’s your brother Nikki. He’s on something strong and Mick and Charles are only egging him on further. He thinks I have you kidnapped and that I’ve brainwashed you. We need to somehow send for help.”

“Rand knows we are here. He’ll get us out, but in the meantime, we need to stall. You can’t let them in on whatever they want.” Bronson merely stares at me and it’s in this moment, I realize that he was most likely already doing that.

They needed me. Sh*t.

“Bronson…”

“I won’t let them hurt you Nikki.”

“Bronson listen to me; you cannot give them what they want. They lured me here, they knew I would find Alfonso and come after them. They wanted me here, giving you no choice but to sign everything over to them.”

That’s the scheme. That’s why Brody is here. Well f*cking played Mick.

“Nikki, I will not let them hurt you.” Bronson states through clinched teeth, each word, angrier than the last. I shake my head and close my eyes for a brief moment, hating this situation I have gotten us into.

I’m so sorry Bronson.

A noise in the background causes my eyes to fly open and I growl when I see my brother walking into the office with Mick and Charles on his tail. Anabe is not here, and I’m sure it’s because Mick plans on meeting up with him at a different time.

“Brody, how could you? I’m our f*cking sister.” He has the audacity to shrug. His face is sunken in and his eyes large. He’s on something right now, and although I have seen Brody high, this looks like something more. Similar to the day he approached me right outside of work. I don’t let him get away with ignoring me. I try and sit up further, holding my head high even though I’m strapped to a damn chair. “You do know he has no plans of taking you with him, right? You think he cares about you? Or plans on sharing the money with you? Alfonso told me everything.”

“Alfonso was our plan Nik. We knew you would come to your boyfriends aid if he told you that we were here.” Brody states but Mick stops him from continuing with one palm up. Great, now he’s his lapdog.

“Alfonso told me that Mick and Anabe plan on taking you and Charles down. They’re going to screw you both over and–" A fist connects with my jaw before I can say more. I groan in pain, scream out when I see Charles cracking his knuckles as he walks around my chair.

“You mother f*cker. Don’t touch her, I will kill you, do you hear me? I will kill you.” Bronson is shouting but no one gives him their attention. They are all facing me. All except for Brody, who looks over at the wall where a large bookcase full of books lies.

My eyes connect with Bronson as Charles comes closer; a disgusting smile plastered across his face. I can see the moment Bronson wants to give in, but I shake my head. “Bronson, if you tell them what they want to hear, they will kill us. Do you hear me? The plan Mick has, is to kill everyone in this room. Do not give him any information. No matter what you see.”

Both Bronson and Brody look shocked as the words leave my mouth, but before anything else could happen, Charles begins his onslaught.”