Chapter 99 Bronson
My head pounds as though a mallet steadies a knocking rhythm against my skull. I peer open my eyes only to shut them immediately when I feel the sun pouring in from my bedroom window. Sitting up, I cover my face and scrub my hands down my face, feeling the need to immediately lose my dinner from last night.
Dinner. Something I never even had.
I stayed up most of the night drowning my insecure thoughts into three different bottles of scotch. I started the moment I left work early after speaking with Anabe and never stopped. Even Landen, when he picked me up from the bar, I had taken a cab to, did not recognize me.
Thoughts of yesterday come swarming at me as I look around hopelessly looking for a sign that Nikki never left, that she stayed by my side last night. Why do I want her here? Not when she lied about everything from the beginning.
What I fool I was to trust her.
Even so, I grab my phone cursing when I see it’s dead and place it on the charger. I don’t know the whole truth on the matter of Nikki, only what Anabe had brought to me, and his story didn’t make all too much sense.
“I was conned some months back and wanted to get to the bottom of who did it. I found the Bandits and I’ve spent this whole time trying to tear them down.”
If what he was saying was the truth, then why had I never heard of it? My questions needed answering, I didn’t enjoy being on the end results of anything that was going on behind my back. Scrubbing my hands down my face once again, I shake the thoughts away and stand and head right for my bathroom. No use staring at a phone waiting for it to charge. I hop in a steaming hot shower, hating that I smell Nikki’s fruity shampoo the whole time. After showering off, I march right back inside the room and check the phone. Ten missed calls mostly form Rand, and seventeen messages. Most of them are work with the occasional message form Rand telling me to call him.
I do, the moment I sit on my bed it rings. Rand answers instantly.
“Sir?”
“Rand, where are you?” My voice sounds distant and I don’t know if it’s from the drinking of last night, or my dry mouth from my lack of sleep.
“Sir, I’m on my way to your office. I think we need to speak.”
“I’m not there today Rand.” I answer immediately. I hadn’t even thought of work, never even called Bethany to let her know I wouldn’t be in this morning. My only thoughts, the same ones that are constantly swirling around in my head, are of Nikki.
Nikki and her betrayal.
“Where are you Bronson?” He asks and for a moment, I’m taken back. Rand never calls me by my first name, and after years of hearing sir, it just sort of clicked after a while. His voice sounds hard suddenly, angered and frustrated, two things Rand normally isn’t.
“Rand what’s going on?”
Before he could answer I hear glass breaking. I turn and watch my door with caution, then stand and march over. I gave Nadia the day off, telling her I needed some time alone. Opening my door, I step out onto the hallway and down the railing of the stairs, stopping just before I hit the last step.
“Sir?” I can hear Rand’s voice from the forgotten phone clasped in my right hand. I look around but see nothing out of the ordinary, then wonder if my drunken state has somehow returned and I’m just imagining hearing noises. Before I could lift the phone back up, I’m hit in the back of the head, falling to my knees, and allowing darkness to take over.
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