Chapter 82 Nikki
Brody: I need to speak with you.
Me: Can I call you?
Brody: I’ll call you. Give me a minute.
I wait exactly two, then nearly come out of my skin when the phone begins buzzing in my hand. I answer immediately, wanting to get this conversation done and over with.
“Brody.”
“Yeah, it’s me.” A shaky breath leaves me. I don’t know if it’s because I am so stressed out and confused on what to do about my brother, or Bronson and I’s newest fight. It seems like nothing can go right for longer than a few days. “Listen Nik, I need to tell you something.”
“What is it?”
“Mick thinks that you’ve turned on us.”
“What?”
“I mean, I don’t think anyone else believes it, but he’s got Charles looking into you more and more every day, he pulls me into his suite all the time and grills me, he even accused me of seeing you a few days ago.”
“Brody, listen what is going on? Why is Mick so agitated?”
“Cops are still sniffing around us. We’re running low on money. Mick overheard Marla and Anderson debating whether or not they were going to leave the Bandits. No one believes you’re still going with the plan.”
“Brody I’m here everyday trying to get something but it’s not that easy. Bronson is busy and–"
“You sound like you’re stalling Nik. I know you; you wouldn’t be taking this long, not if something else was on your mind. Tell me, please tell me that you are still apart of this”
“Brody–"
“Because it’s happening soon Nik, and if you’re not with us, then I can’t tell you much more than that.”
“I’m with you Brody, but I need to know when you plan on attacking. I don’t want to be in the cross hairs.” I can feel his hesitation, I can feel the very moment I officially lose my brother to the very thing we got into because of me. “Brody?”
“I’ve got to go Nik.” He states just before hanging up. I stand there like a fool as the phone drops from my grip. I need to speak with Rand and shortly after the holidays we need to speak with Bronson about all of this. It’s clear and obvious this is officially dangerous, and I couldn’t live with myself if Bronson were hurt because of me.
A knock at the door draws me up and moving towards the door numbly. My brother is so far on the forefront of my mind that I don’t even register Bronson coming into my room.
“Nikki, I can’t do this. I can’t let us be angry with each other. I just got out of a relationship where we hardly spoke to each other, I don’t want that for the two of us.”
“Me neither.” I state then move closer towards him. My hand reaches out and connects with his and he walks us over to my bed and sits us down. I can recall the last time we were in a position such as this. The first time we made love.
“I want you to talk to me. Tell me what happened.”
“It’s true what he says Bronson. It was before I met you. I hated doing it, but the ways of the Bandits were still engraved in me. I took advantage of him, and I think I’ll always hate myself for that, but I need to right this wrong.
“Nikki, he’s just going to take out all his frustration on you.”
“Good. It’s what I deserve.” I look up at him with tears in my eyes. “I never wanted to let you down Bronson, but in order for us to move on together, I need to make sure I will never turn back into that person I used to be. George isn’t a bad man, and what he calls punishments are nothing compared to what I know he could do. It’s not in him to destroy me, and eventually he will stop hating me for what I did. In the meantime, I intend on going through whatever I must, to make sure I’m worthy of this new life.”
Bronson stares at me for a long time. I think he’s going to storm off, yell at me and demand that I do not go back to work for McCall, instead he surprises me and stands and extends his hand out for me to take. “Come on, that Christmas tree isn’t going to decorate itself.”
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