Chapter 103 Bronson
I can’t watch this. My body is rigid as I hear the noises of Charles’s grunts. It’s lasted for what feels like hours, but I know it’s only begun because Nikki can still keep in the yelps and screams, I know she wants to unleash.
I was a fool. A pathetic fool to think Nikki wouldn’t bother showing up. When Charles and Mick, along with her deplorable brother ambushed me, attempting to get me hand over all of my money from the new companies I had acquired, I had an ace up my sleeve. I wasn’t going to give them anything, they would have to kill me first, something they wouldn’t do if they wanted to get paid.
But then Mick had a plan. Get Nikki here. He knew, deep down he knew I would have fought him tooth and nail, which is why when they told me about leaving their informant Alfonso down at the Serendin for all to see, I hoped Nikki was still angry enough with me that she wouldn’t bother showing.
I was a fool.
I cringe when I finally hear her weakened murmur, the humming vibration each time his fist lands a blow against her temple or face, causes me to nearly vomit. I hate this, hate all of this, but I’d be a fool to not understand her before.
They will get what they want, and then they will kill us. Still, as I open my eyes and watch as her face slams against the granite floor, her chair falling over from the ten or so times Charles has punched her too hard, has me calling out mercy.
“Alright, please stop this. Stop hurting her and I will tell you everything you want to know.” Nikki’s mumbled cries have my gaze switching over to Mick’s sinister smile towards her beautiful irises. Her face is bloody and swollen but I can still see the pleading look she gives me.
I’m sorry Nicole.
“Good. Brody get a pen and paper, Charles, grab the man’s laptop.” Mick orders and everyone stands and does as they’re told. My eyes meet Brody’s as he pushes past me, looking worse for ware after watching his sister be beaten. I know he feels guilt, wanting this to be over, but drugs control his mind, his reasoning, making him the most lethal person here.
He’s got nothing to lose, except the woman I love.
“Mick, please, do not do this. Just let us go, there is no way you could get away with any of this. They will watch his money; they will notice it missing.” Nikki states as her tired eyes close.
“That’s where Anabe comes in.” Mick drags on and I groan out loud. That’s why that fool is needed. They will transfer the accounts into his name and it will make it seem as though he was the one that acquired them in the first place.
Nikki’s right. They will kill us after I give them the information they want.
Charles is quick as he places the laptop down atop my desk, directly beside me. I mumble something incoherently when he uses some dirty switchblade to unstrap one of my tied hands. The relief I feel from the flow of blood back in my arms is short lived when his beefy hands grip the back of my neck and shove my face towards the computer.
“Move an inch where you’re not supposed to, and I kill that disgusting whore.”
“Then you wouldn’t have your money, would you?” I snark back and am met with a final shove. Turning on my computer with one hand is one thing but opening it to get to the accounts I need is another. After what feels like eternity, I finally have my ledger pulled up, watching in the corner of my eye as Mick makes his way closer towards me.
“All that money, at the tips of my fingers.” He whispers. Taking a quick glance at me, he places on the persona of a robin hood type, the same one that most likely dragged in Nikki and her brother when they didn’t have anywhere else to turn. “Transfer them into this account.” He states then places down a note with numbers on them.
Anabe’s no doubt.
“First you let her go, after that I’ll grant your request.” Mick simply chuckles at my attempt of controlling the room for a mere second. How is it I have all the power, and yet, none of it matters in this instant.
Because he’s found the one thing I can’t live without.
“Bronson don’t.” Nikki tries lifting her head but her lack of energy after being beaten is holding her back.
“You don’t hold the cards here Fortworth. Either give us the information we want or–" He doesn’t finish, because Rand’s shouts penetrate the room, and everything comes to a standstill.
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