93 Nikki

Rushing past the doorman, I take the elevator up to the penthouse, my body anxious to get to Bronson.

After Rand and I spotted him drunkenly incoherent at the breakfast bar, Rand had called him, only to have it go straight to voicemail. We couldn’t hear Bronson, but we made out a few words like, backstabbing and traitor. Not understanding what must have clearly went down, there was only one thing I could do. Got to him.

I told Rand to stay there, while I spoke with Bronson alone. It was clear he had sent Nadia home, and I didn’t know if Anabe or Brody and Mick were following me. The last thing we needed was to throw them off by showing me with Rand. He was my ace in the hole and I needed him hidden for now.