Chapter 87 Nikki
“How can I help you?”
“I’m here to speak with you actually.” He stated with such pride that it threw me off. I wasn’t the one people came in for a meeting with, but his sinister smile hadn’t yet gone away, and I knew this wasn’t going to be a good meeting.
“I’m sorry?” My eyes narrowed, taking in every detail of the man that felt familiar yet not. Where had I seen him before? What the hell did he want with me?
His hair was slicked back, like a fifties grease ball and his gray eyes sparkled. He was tall, taller than Bronson but lanky and slimy. Mob boss was the best way to describe him.
“It must feel strange Nicole. To be apart of something such as the Bandits, and not know what they have in store for you.”
“What did you just say?” I ask standing up abruptly. His eyes dance with humor but I didn’t let it deter me. “How do you know about the Bandits?”
“Simple my dear. I will be working closely with Mick and Charles, along with your little brother. It’s really quite easy when you think about it. The plan they have for Bronson helps out my company greatly. He won’t be more than a blip on my radar once they wipe out every one of his assets.”
Anabe.
Alexander Anabe was the man currently in front of me. My anger grew exponentially but before I could react, he smiled then stood straighter, adjusting his tie. “I wish you luck Miss Myers. Something tells me you will indeed need it.”
I watched as Alexander Anabe made his way out of the office and out of the building. As much as I hated it when he left with a smile on his face, as much as I hated when I tried calling Rand only to have it go straight to voicemail, I knew I needed to tell Bronson.
I went home, ready to spill it all out for him, only to stop at the threshold of the great room and see his entire family in one room. I had forgotten about Clara’s idea to have his family back together for Christmas Eve, which meant the truth would have to wait.
Bronson could tell I was upset about something, but I explained that I would tell him later, and I would. Or at least, I thought I would.
Now, as he sleeps beside me, my eyes starring right in his soul, I know I need to wake him and tell him everything. I shift closer, shake his body with my hands and wait for his eyes to open. Once I see the blue irises, I smile and sit up, watching as his eyes follow me with worry.
‘Nikki? What is it?”
This is it, the moment where everything will come to light, only that doesn’t happen. Bronson’ s phone rings and when he looks at it, he answers it quickly. I check the time and notice its almost one in the morning.
Something’s wrong.
“Father? Is everything okay?” The phone nearly slips out of his hand as I catch the remaining part of the conversation.
“Clara’s in the hospital son. Get down here.”
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