Chapter 85 Nikki
I need to tell him. That is the thought that continuously runs through my head as I lay beside the man I have fallen in love with. Bronson has been asleep for over an hour and as much as I want to join him, lay mixed into his body heat wrapped like a cocoon in between his arms, I can’t.
I’m holding a secret that is about to be unveiled and I have no idea how I am going to tell him.
The memories from this morning come rushing though as I recall going into work to fix things with George McCall only to be stopped by Brody who looked worse for wear. I don’t know how he knew where I worked, I know I never told him, but when I saw him standing besides the doors, the security guard looking him up-and-down, I knew I needed to get him out of there.
His body was haggard, weak and skinny. He had been using, that much was obvious, but instead of his usual lackluster self, Brody was something I’ve never quite seen with him. He was paranoid. His eyes traveled around the block as if at any moment someone or something would just out of the bushes and maul him to death.
I had pulled him across the street, far away from prying eyes and into a small alley beside a coffee shop, immediately throwing my arms around him. After the last talk we had, I was worried Brody was going to do something reckless. I’m glad he has come to see me before anything goes down.
“What are you doing here Brody?”
“I had to see you. I had to talk you into this plan one more time.”
“Brody, you don’t have to talk me into–"
“Cut the shit Nik. I know you’re not with this plan anymore.” He shouted and I had to turn around to make sure the security guard wasn’t looking our way. The last thing I needed was for him to be arrested again. “For fuck sake, you’re on your way to work right now. Meanwhile, Bronson’s most likely home and–"
“Brody listen to me; I know you think this plan is for the best, but he’s got too much security on him. He’s watched all the time and if I’m living with him and can’t get close enough then the plan isn’t going to work. I don’t want to lose you again.” This softened his features but within seconds they were hardened again as he narrowed his eyes at me.
“What’s going on Nik? Did you fall in love with the guy or something?” I looked away, never being good enough to lie to my brother. Brody has always been able to see right through me, even in his highest state. “Fuck!” He shouted but I shook my head and covered his mouth before he gave everything away in the small alley. I wouldn’t put it past Mick to have him followed or wearing a wire.
“Brody listen to me, we don’t have to do this, Bronson is a good man. He gave me a chance to start over, I know he could do the same for you and the others.”
“Jesus Nicole. Are you sleeping with him too?” This time I held his stare and I could see the moment Brody turned for the worst.
“That asshole. He’s fucking with your head.”
“Brody, no he isn’t. Bronson cares about me. He cares about my future. I know if you gave him a chance and left the Bandits for good then–"
“No, Nik. I won’t let him take advantage of you that way. I’ll make sure he pays for his abuse on you.” Brody stormed out of the alleyway while I yelled after him, but it was no use. His drug induced state had him hearing and seeing things that are not there and not true. My panicked heart constricts as I thought of what he will do and say to Mick, but when my phone chimed and I pulled it out, seeing George asking me where I was, I knew there was nothing I can do about it in the moment.
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