Chapter 96 Nikki
I wake in alert to my new surroundings. It’s one I’m familiar with, but one I’m immediately regretting. I sit up, looking around as if the world will suddenly make sense if I take in the scenery around me. My room is the same as it was the day that I left The Serendin for Bronson’s home. I can still remember packing up the little items I claimed to own, as Mick and Charles gave the speech about saving my brother.
My brother.
I never heard him come in last night and I don’t know what scares me more, the fact that he isn’t here, or the fact that I can no longer tell if I can trust his word. I begged him not to go after Bronson, explained that I wasn’t brainwashed and that I was in no immediate danger from him, but if he’s not home, where the hell is he?
I stand and walk over to the small cracked dresser I bought from a furniture store going out of business years ago. Pulling out a pair of cutoff jeans and a plain white tee, I get dressed and come out of the room, in search for Brody.
“Brody? You here?” I call out repeatedly but by the time I reach his room, located on the other side of the suite, I know for a fact that he isn’t here.
Walking out of the suite, I hear a slew of curses and yells from downstairs. I march downstairs to find Anderson, Matt and Amy on the floor standing beside Alfonso who is lying on the ground moaning in pain. I run over, confused as hell as I ponder what the hell could have happened.
“What’s going on?” I ask as Anderson turns to watch me walk into the room. Now that I’m up close, I can see Alfonso is hurt badly. He’s beaten, his eyes are both swollen shut, and he has large gashes across his face and head. He’s holding his right arm and the deformity of it makes me believe its most likely broken.
“Woke up and found him this way. He’s been in and out, but Amy finally got him talking a little.” Anderson replies as he stoops down. Amy looks him over, having some medical experience always made her important to Mick, and as Alfonso moans in pain, then looks up and spots me, his eyes going wide, I know she is mostly likely giving him something strong.
“What has he been saying?” I ask watching as Alfonso’s eyes stay glued on me. The last I saw of this guy, he was sitting in Mick’s suite, looking like the big bad wolf that knew all of our secrets. Beating him this way, leaving him in a jumbled mess upon our front doors, is a sign. Problem is, who the hell would be the ones to deliver it?
“First you answer my question, Myers.” Matt stands and walks over. His eyes narrow as they trap me in their grey depths.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“My problem is that we’ve been hearing a bunch of sh*t about you lately, and after what Mick and Charles said, I need to know I can trust you.” He was forgetting a significant rule, one Mick installed in each of us as we entered this building and became part of the Bandits. I stepped closer into his face, ignored Amy and Anderson's pleas for us to not do this now and crossed my arms while narrowing my eyes.
“No, Matt, you can’t trust me. You, along with everyone here knows that. We’re Bandit’s, we steal and rob and are trained to get away with everything. I don’t know what Mick told you about me, but I doubt it could top what he did to one of his potential partners. He’s clearly off the deep end, and he’s taking my brother along with him.”
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