Chapter 69: Nikki

Well sh*t.

Listening as Bronson speaks of his past is daunting. His past is haunted, the ghosts are present, and he has no idea what to do with himself.

"I'm surprised you're still here." He states as I stare blankly into the fireplace. Bronson brought me in here to speak about his past and knowing that it is my favorite room in the house, besides the pool, I wonder if his goal was to make me not flinch at his story. It didn't work, I flinched, but it wasn't because of him. It was because of mine.

We are a lot alike, in more ways than he knows.

"Where else would I be."

He shrugs, then walks over and sits beside me. The kiss form earlier comes to the forefront of my mind, and I wonder as I watch him lick his own and stare into my eyes, if he is thinking the same thing as I am. "I told you how terrible I was in my past, how I had no problem destroying people's lives so that I could get ahead."

"Bronson, you may have been a jerk, but I have no room to judge. I'm a criminal, and there is n