Chapter 106 Nikki
Everything happens quickly, too quickly for me to connect each fragmented dot. A large body lands atop of mine, making the both of us grunt out in pain. I look up and hear another gun go off, this one much closer than the last and my eyes widen when I realize not only is Bronson on top of me, but he’s been shot.
“Bronson!” I panic, pushing him off me, and placing him onto the ground. Rand runs over as well as I check over Bronson’s body, trying to figure out where the pool of blood under us is coming from.
“Nikki.” He grunts out, but I place my fingers down on his lips, stopping him from whatever pathetic last-minute speech he wants to give me. I will not let him die. I can’t lose anyone else.
“Stop, just save it, you’re getting out of here, do you hear me? Rand I are going to take you to a hospital and get you help.” Bronson’s hand reaches out and gently rests on my cheek. A single tear falls from my eye, something I don’t even realize as time stands still.
We’re given our own moment, and damn him for wanting to savor it.
“Nikki, I’m so sorry. I thought that you–"
“No, Bronson. It was my fault. I wanted to tell you everything, tell you what the Bandits were up to, but I thought I could handle it on my own. I always thought I could handle things on my own, but I was wrong.” I’ve been wrong. I realize now that I never had my life together. I always relied on Brody and even Mick and the Bandits at one point to validate my life, but I was never complete, never whole. I needed something, something that I hadn’t realized was missing from my heart.
I needed Bronson.
“He’s down, but not out. Might have passed out from the pain.” A voice I’ve never heard before snaps me out of my daze and I look up and spot a man, tall and older, maybe Rand’s age, standing over Mick’s body. He’s wearing all black, like some navy seal on a secret mission and the gun hanging loosely around his shoulder is a clear indication that he was the one that shot at Mick from wherever.
“Rand?” Bronson groans as Rand presses firmly on Bronson’s chest. Oh God, is that where he was shot?”
“We need to get him to a hospital, call it in, we’ve got two dead, two injured. Three are criminals and–"
“Alive.” Bronson moans, causing both Rand and I to lean in closer to hear him. “Brody…. he’s alive.”
I turn and run over to where my brother was shot. My face hurts, my head is pounding, and I find myself having to hold onto my neck as I make my way over. When I reach him, he’s out cold, but I feel his pulse and am elated when something taps back against my fingertips.
Alive. Brody is alive.
“Brody.” I cry out his name repeatedly and blessed with a twitch and moan, as he moves his eyelids and tries to roll over. My tears continue to fall as, all blacked out friend/ foe, comes prancing over and kneels beside me.
“He’ll live, along with your brother. They were lucky. Looks like both bullets went right through, but we still need to get them to a hospital, or they may bleed out.”
I nod my head, unsure if I should thank him, or run away. The man is scary but right now my only concern is that the two men in my life are both still alive.
“Nikki?” I turn and spot Bronson lying flat on the ground, Rand directly over him as rattles off information over the phone with I assume the authorities.
“I’m here Bronson.” My eyes travel over his body then land on Mick’s unconscious form. He didn’t die, that’s what Rand and the mystery man were referring to, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to grab hold of one of the guns and put an end to him. I shake my head, realizing that wouldn’t solve anything, and then place my gaze back over to Bronson.
He saved my life. And I think the nightmare is finally over.
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