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?”