Chapitre 94: Nikki

No…. please God no.

“Did you honestly believe that I wouldn’t find out?” He walks past me, and I turn to spot him going into the study. His feet are bare and with the glass surrounding each step in his course, I run over and stop him from moving. My hand is on his chest and my eyes down casted on the floor where I can spot trails of blood.

“Bronson, please, the glass, you need to put something on your feet.”

Pushing my hands off him, I get thrown off balance, landing harshly on the glass covered flooring. I scream out when the glass cuts through the palms of my hand. For a moment, Bronson looks worried, he reaches out and lifts me up, expressing concern when his eyes travel my body and pulls my palms out to observe, but something ticks inside him, a bomb goes off in his mind and he quickly pulls away from me again.

“I want you out of here.”

“Bronson.”

“You lied Nikki. You lied to me about everything.”

“How did–"