Chapter 104 Nikki
How do I get myself into these situations. Granted, I should have known better than barging in here when Mick practically left Alfonso on the ground of the Serendin as a dare to me, but my heart strings were completely pulled for Bronson. I frankly, blame the love-stricken tool I’ve come to be, but this? This situation is just plain comical.
Mick’s arms tighten around my chest and neck as he halls me up and cuts the ties off my waist and arms. I’m no longer in the chair but with the large knife in his right hand and a gun in his left, I’m still very much at his mercy.
The moment we heard Rand coming inside the penthouse, seconds before the yelling began, we knew the tables had turned. I just never thought it would end in a shootout.
“Think about this Mr. Reynolds. This will not end the way you expect it to.” Rand states as he enters even further into the room. He came inside, Brody tugged discretely in front of him as if using him as a human shield. I wanted to scream at him, but he simply pushed him to the side and told him to untie Bronson. Mick was too quick though. He grabbed hold of me and is using me the same way Rand was using Brody.
Now we all stand here in limbo, waiting for something to happen or someone to drop the first shoe. Charles is still standing beside Bronson and a gun s trained on him, while Brody stands there looking around like a deer stuck in headlights. Rand’s gun is trained on Mick and Mick’s gun is pointed at him, while his knife rests at my neck.
It’s like a pathetic version of a western showdown.
“I think it will end exactly the way it was meant to.” Mick says in an emotionless tone. I have to hand it to him; he still has yet to crack. “The odds are still in my favor goon. I have Bronson and Nicole exactly where I need them. You won’t shoot me or Charles. You were an idiot to come alone.”
“Mick, please don’t do this.” I cringe when the hand holding the blade to my neck gets even closer and begins drawing blood. A trickle of blood flow down my neck while the sting waves harshly. I smile inadvertently when I hear Bronson’s growl from across the room.
“Mick, what the hell man. Don’t hurt her.” Brody yells and I find it ironic that he chooses now to stick up for me. Where the hell was he when Charles was putting his beating in.
“Shut up Brody. I swear, you are completely f*cking useless. I should just kill you now.” Mick yells and it startles my brother, leaving him with a confused glare at my former boss.
“That’s right Brody. His plan all along was for you to die. He won’t share the money with you, he won’t keep your sister alive, and the moment she is out of the picture, he will turn on you and Charles.” Brody shakes his head as Rand continues speaking. I catch his eyes leaving Rand’s and matching mine but then he just looks back over at Rand.
Come on Brody. Be smarter than this.
“You’re wrong old man. You guys are only trying to confuse me. Now put the f*cking gun down.” He shouts and I lower my head in disappointment.
“Wasting time boss.” Charles sticks his head towards Mick. Mick curses besides me, then does something completely unexpected. He holds me tighter, the knife still drawing small traces of blood, and lifts the gun up aiming it in the direction of Bronson. I don’t eve hear the scream leave my lips as the gunshot fires and a body falls right to the ground.
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