Chapter 72 Nikki
I don’t know how long I walk for. My feet continue to march but as the yards take me further and further away from home, I feel no better than I did when I was fighting.
Fighting.
I let Cassandra work me up, and in doing so, gave her full power over me. I hate this, hate this side of me, hate that I have to remain in the penthouse with the man I care too much for, and the disgusting woman he has no problem marrying. I no longer know what to do, and Rand, given all the information I have given him, has no news for me still.
I stop when I reach a small cafe, one I have noticed before from their delicious aroma of baked goods. Before I can venture inside, I stop when someone’s arm pulls me back. Looking up, I spot Rand and snarl, pulling my arm free and crossing them at my chest.
“Nikki, I know you’re upset.”
“Upset? You know I’m upset? Rand, I don’t know what to do anymore. I attacked the poor creature of the darkness, and here I am wondering how I’m going to face Bronson while fighting my feelings for him. I also am trying to figure out how to not only not end his life or career, but how to do all that and save face with my boss. All while I start my new a** kissing job tomorrow.”
I breath out a deep breath while Rand’s face remains stoic. I have never admitted my feelings out loud to him. Although I know he isn’t a brainless man. I’m sure he has some his inkling of what is going on between Bronson and I, even more so, when I told him about my plan to no longer have a plan with the Bandits.
“Nikki, I know your patience is wearing thin, but please believe me when I say we are making a dent into your organization.”
“We? What does that even mean Rand?” He doesn’t say, simply shakes his head and looks around. We don’t exactly have an audience but anyone within a few feet of the entrance could clearly hear us. I look down embarrassed that I seem to have lost all abilities to not feel, that I have lost all my training in remaining strong and independent. Bronson does that to me, he creates this innocence in all that I am. Something I still have not figured out how to react to.
Clearly.
“Nikki, listen I have to go, I need to go and pick up Mr. Fortworth, Cassandra called him and told him what happened. She isn’t happy that you live there, and she is going to do everything in her power to get you to leave. For all of this to work, you must remain there, where I can keep you safe. I know it won’t be easy with her, but try and reign it in.”
Since I don’t have much of a choice, I nod my head, then watch as he turns and walks away, disappearing into an alley. Blowing out a frustrated breath I head inside the cafe, stopping abruptly when my phone chimes form inside my pants pocket.
Pulling it out quickly, I check the message from Mick, cringing when I realize I have no choice but to answer him.
Mick: Need updates Nicole.
Me: He’s been working nonstop. If you want to strike, now may be the chance.
He doesn’t give me a reply and I don’t know if I prefer that or not. I decide to forego the café and head back home. I know I need to speak to Rand, tell him what I told Mick and how although it may not be admission, it’s clear Mick is getting closer and closer to Bronson.
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