Chapter 59 Nikki

Making my way down the stairs, I stop mid step when I notice Nadia, Bronson’s chef, standing at the kitchen cooking something that smells like heaven. She’s small, shorter than I am, and has a bob cut with highlights. She’s wearing light makeup and is dressed in a cute white and black uniform.
Both Bronson and Cassandra are nowhere to be seen and a relaxed breath fills me. The last thing I could have handled this morning was the man I was originally trying to set up and now trying to save, sitting with his fiancé on his lap feeding him grapes.
“Miss Myers. Good morning. I’ve made some breakfast, please help yourself.” I nod my head at Nadia, pulling up the straps of my baby blue camisole that has seen better days. Taking a seat at the breakfast bar, I take in Bronson’s kitchen, for once having a good look at it.
The appliances seem to be brand new, the stainless-steel gleaming off each object. Marble countertops flow throughout the open space and the clear view cabinets compliment it well. A large island is fixated right in the center and its molded with a giant farmhouse sink.
“Did you sleep well Miss Myers?” Snapping out of my daze, I look up to see Nadia has not only spoken to me but has put a large helping of food before me. Eggs, bacon, toast and a large glass of orange juice. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, if you gave me an idea of what you eat in the morning, I could happily make it for you.”
I don’t bother telling her my breakfast normally consisted of a protein bar before I went on a walk around the newest business Mick wanted us to take over. Instead, I simply begin stuffing my face, shrugging my shoulders at her question.
A door slams from the other side of the wall and I peer over at Nadia, noting her form tense up and her eyebrows narrow in irritation. Cassandra comes around the corner, barking orders and sneering over at me with anger and hatred.
“Nadia be a dear and fix me one of my power smoothies. Easy on the banana.” Rolling my eyes, I take her in, really noticing the vile evil wicked witch of the east. She’s wearing workout clothing that shows every aspect of her body. Her breasts are on the small side, but perfect for her tiny figure. She has long dark hair and dark eyes with long lashes. Her long legs are toned and she’s wearing enough makeup to scare a clown.
“Yes ma’am.” Nadia turns and begins cleaning the mess from earlier while starting on Cassandra’s smoothie at the same time. I say nothing, simply stick to my breakfast and remain quiet. I don’t want to anger her, if I were in her shoes I would be upset as well knowing my fiancé kept something so important from me, but being on the street has given me a keen eye for being able to see right through a person.
And Cassandra, is not a good one.
“So, you are still here.” Another roll of my eyes but this time my sarcastic by nature inner b*tch cannot simply help herself.
“Yes. I thought I would leave, but I figured sleeping here under the same roof as you would help me sleep better at night.”
“It’s pathetic really.” She states, pretending to ignore my dig. She sits beside me, picking an imaginary hair off her clothing. “I mean, once you found out you had absolutely no chance with him, I thought you would just leave, instead, you subject yourself to being as pathetic as the day you attempted to steal my ring.”
I remain quiet, not wanted to mistakenly tell this woman that Bronson came to my bedroom last night. Nothing happened, and I wouldn’t have allowed it, but I would love to be able to get a rise out of her. Women like her are a dime a dozen where I come from. Stealing from them is almost pleasurable if we didn’t already know their money always came from elsewhere. She is mean because she wants to be, angry because it suits her, and spoiled rotten to the core.
“I envy you though.” And Like a sap, I take the bait.
“And why is that?”
“Because my dear Nicole. You’re free. No weights to tie you down. No friends, no siblings that aren’t in jail, no parents alive to help you in your time of need. No one to really care whether you live or die.” Her eyes find mine and for the first time in years, I don’t have anything to say. Her smile reaches her cheeks and I know she thinks she has one on me. “But that’s just me.”
Standing up, she grabs her smoothie and winks at me before walking upstairs to her bedroom. The one she shares with her fiancé. The world I am no longer a part of.