SB quickly picked up his things and met her face to face.
"Where are you going THIS time?!"
He glanced down at the infinity emblem around her neck before speaking up.
"Came back to spy on me, I see..."
"You know me so well." she blushed.
"Or do I....?"
The chick eyed him carefully before walking with him down the stairs.
"So where ya headed?"
"Okay. Seriously. What the fuck do you want? Is it money? You want money? I'll give you 25K to leave me the fuck alone. Deal?" SB began digging in his back pocket for his stack.
She looked at him funny with a goofy smirk.
She smacked her lips, "Boy bye. I got plenty of dat!"
"Then Why the hell are you FOLLOWING ME?!"
"Because I really like youuuu!"
"Ohhhh. I see you a lonely, PSYCHO bitch, huh?"
Her jaw dropped with a slight smile, thinking his joke was pretty cute.
"Where ya girl that was at Summa Jammmm?"
They made it to his car and stood by it.
[Man, WHY is it taking everything in me not to demolish this bitch already????]
He rolled his eyes, looking off in the distance before looking straight into her dark evil eyes.
"You know where she is."
The girl smirked and looked down at her black boots.
"Boyyyy....you a weak nigga to let somebody take ya bitch like dat. Must didn't care about ha dat much, huh?"
Suddenly, Safaree yanked her up by her neck and dragged her body close to his frame. He heard her trying to grasp for air but his grip was quite secure.
"You betta watch yo fucking mouth for I do something I fucking regret."
"Pleeeeezzzz.....I....."
"Now you have two fucking choices right now because my patience is REAL fucking limited right now. 1. You tell me where she is before I hurt you real bad or 2. You BETTER fuckin tell me where she is before I fuck you up."
The girl's face was turning bloodshot red and he slightly didn't care. He knew not to ever put his hands on a female but she made him hit that limit. When he saw she couldn't even answer what he told, he quickly removed his hand from under her neck and tried to calm down. He stared at her trying to regain her conscious.
#RS1137:
Karma, my nigga.
THIS Nigga:
Yo who da fuck is dis?!
#RS1137:
Ya mama, BITCH.
Safaree jolted around in a circle and punched the side of his car, causing it to have a small dent in it. He was so angry, he couldn't feel the excruciating pain after. The girl jumped at his sudden blow up. She wasn't gonna lie, she was a bit terrified.
"WHO IS THIS?!" SB shoved the text message in her face so she could see.
"I...." she tried to focus on reading them but her neck was bothering her too much.
While she just tried to catch her breath, she shrugged at him.
"Know what? Getcho ass in this car, you comin with me." He pointed into her face and watched her scurry to the passenger side, getting in before he did the same. Safaree started the car and sped off down the street not knowing where to go just yet.
"Spill."
"WHAT ar-"
"You better get to fuckin speakin before I push you out this muthafuckin CAR!"
"They sent me here..." she was gazing at the bruise he gave her around her neck in the mirror.
"Who?" he looked over at her.
"M...My brother."
"WHAT?"
"Oh don't act like you don't know who we ARE, Safaree! Come on!!!"
"Chassidy."
"What."
"Come here, nigga. Damn."
"Excuse me? I'm not ya homeboy."
"Just get over here!"
She walked over to her brother and stood in front of him.
"What do you want."
"It's not a desire. I NEED a huge favor from you."
"You got money?"
He smacked his lips and pulled out about 15K. Her eyes widened at the stash he casually held out for her to take.
"WHA- WHAT KIND OF FAVOR IS THIS AND WHY?!?!"
"Calm yo ass DOWN. And they need you to go to Australia this week. That's where the tour starts."
"What the fuck? That's too far! How am I supposed to pull this shit off?!"
"Trust me, you know your ways. You know how you do."
"This is too risky! I...I don't know. I don't just go around fuckin niggas!"
"Well if you want yo life and this money then I suggest yo ass get to packing."
"My life? What are you talking about? You didn't fuckin t-...."
He shrugged and gave her a nervous look.
"I had to tell him you would...it was the only way for his plan to go how he wanted it."
Tears formed in her eyes as her heart began to race.
"NO!!!!! So now my life is on the fuckin line?! Why would you tell him that?!"
"Chas, we joined this shit together! We ride together, we DIE together. You KNEW what we were getting ourselves into when we started this shit! Stop acting scared, grow some balls and just do it!"
He shoved the money into her hands and left out.
She wiped her tears and stuffed the money in a bag she was packing her clothes in. Before she got started, she gazed into the mirror, looking over the infinity chain she wore around her neck.
"Here goes nothing."
"Why the fuck they doing this shit to me?! I thought we settled shit years ago! I'm not like that no more." SB raised his voice while he kept driving.
Here was Chassidy. A 25 year old girl who was forced into doing a task. Deep inside she really didn't mean any harm but she had to stay by the rules. Although, she basically gave up her identity and began giving Safaree clues, either way it went, she knew she'd wound up dead in the midst of this nightmare.
[I can't believe I'm about to say this......Sorry bruv.]
"We have to make a stop."
"Where to?"
"Drake's."
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"Ouch! Fuck." Nicki stood in the bathroom swabbing alcohol on the cuts and bruises she had all over her arms and hands. They were becoming too much for her to handle. Nicki noticed how bad she was looking ever since she had been kidnapped. She leaned into the mirror and peeled her eyelashes off slowly, one by one. Her make up was completely gone.
Continuing what she was doing, thoughts rushed into her head, first thinking how blazed Safaree's mind was gone. She knew he was probably searching for her right now, praying she was okay. She hoped he'd find her soon and quick before crazy Lea tried anything funny with her.
Nicki woke up everyday wondering why the man hadn't taken a chance getting what he wanted from her. She expected him to force her into having sex already or anything even more uncomfortable. Surprisingly, the worse he did to her so far was hit on her.
Even though she questioned things like that, she thanked God everyday, he gave her another day to see and live through. As her thoughts lead her to Safaree, it made her wonder how her family and her barbz reacted.
[My poor babies...]
A tear fell as she thought of how devastated they were by her disappearance. If there was any way she could let them know she was just fine, she'd definitely reassure them. And then even worse....her own mother.
Nic couldn't even begin to think how her mother took it. More tears fell down her red cheeks just imagining it.
"I just want my life back." she said to herself in the mirror before more tears trailed down her cheeks.
In this household, everything Lea said, Nicki had to follow. If not, she would learn the difficult way. He made a schedule for her to live by in his house as such as cooking dinner and breakfast, cleaning the house and even bathing Lea when she was told. Since Nicki had no clothes of her own besides the ones she was kidnapped in, Lea would make her wear his large white T-shirts and a pear of his boxers everyday.
Hate to believe that Nicki had to live such a way. But her fight wasn't just over yet. She wasn't giving up until she won.
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"Whoa whoa whoa....he got something to do with this?!"
"He...he...um..."
Safaree sped the rest of the way to Drake's residence.
When they arrived, SB hopped out his car with his 9mm glock in his hand. He told Chassidy to walk ahead of him and bang on his door.
She did as she was told and 3 minutes later, the door cracked open.
Appeared Drake standing at the door noticing a familiar face at first.
".....Chas?"
At this point, Chassidy couldn't believe she was going through with this, wondering what type of trouble she would get in.
Before she spoke up, Drake noticed SB standing some feet away from her with the glock in hand. He knew exactly what was going on.
"...Aubrey we need to talk."
Drake took a minute, debating if he wanted to make that move, letting Safaree in also.
"Come in." he gave SB a look, opening the door a little wider for them to enter.
They all came in and sat down at Drake's dining table. SB agreed to himself to keep calm for now with Drake since he hadn't seen the nigga since the night of that altercation.
Drake spoke up first looking between the two, trying to figure out how they knew each other. As did SB but vise versa.
"What do you want."
"You know why we here." Scaff said.
Chassidy turned to Drake and explained what she needed him to do.
"Look if it's a favor from ya boys, I'm not doing shit."
"Oh you gon do SOMETHING to get Nic away from them niggas." SB threatened him.
"We need you to find out where they are and what is it that they want from her."
"But Chas, don't you know all this shit already?"
"Sadly....no. My only position was to do what I did and be done. They didn't tell me the rest of the plans. I just knew they were gonna take her."
She was pretty much telling the truth. Her job was to just stall while it made it easier for them to take Nicki. A plan well thought out.
"So you don't know where they took her or why?"
"No..."
SB dropped his head and massaged his head trying to process everything.
"Chassidy, who has her right now?"
"Either she's with Lea's crew or with Lea."
"Lea?"
"Well if it isn't Scaff BEEZAAAY."
"The fuck you want, Lea?"
"Damn. Niggas can't stop by to say hi to losers?"
Safaree shook his head and looked off across the street from the block he was standing on.
"Looks like you and ya boys' business slowing down there, eh? Can't wait til yall asses get swept off this block cuz this shit finna be MINE."
"Oh yeah?"
"HELL yeah!"
"Hmph."
"You know Flatbush don't play nice sometimes. You know how it is." Lea puffed his blunt and smirked.
"Yeah, wateva. Play deez nuts." SB sarcastically joked.
"Man niggas already KNOW ion fuck widdem and he STILL like to talk shit in my face." Lea stepped up to Safaree.
"Wassup then?" Safaree got in his face.
With quickness a gun was drawled out and put to his head.
"Don't think you got it easy my bruhva. I could end ya life right here."
"THAT NIGGA GOT HER?!"
"Wait, B! Hold on!" Chassidy stood up to calm him down.
"AND HOW THE FUCK YOU KNOW THIS NIGGA?! What you help PLAN this shit????"
"Man-" Drake started.
He cocked his glock and aimed to Drake's face. "SPEAK THE FUCK UP NIGGA!"
Drake laughed it off, seeing where this was going again.
"WAIT. First of all it doesn't matter! If you wanna save her before it's too late, I suggest we get to it NOW. Ain't no time for this bullshit!"
"We??" They said in unison.
"I ain't goin NOWHERE with THIS sorry ass nigga."
"Seriously, neither one of you can fight off Lea by yaself! He's a dangerous dude and that nigga means BUSINESS."
"PLEASE. I know this nigga and his game play. His shit don't scare me." Safaree shrugged off.
"The only way this is gonna work is if you two work together."
#RS1137:
Bby
THIS nigga:
Who the fuck?
#RS1137:
Its nic
THIS nigga:
Nicki??? This you????
#RS1137:
Baby pls co getme pls I scred
The text was rushed so it had typos, although SB understood. He could tell she was probably somewhere hiding and typing really fast.
THIS nigga:
Nicki bby I swear I'm coming to get u as soon as I can I promise. Whr r u?
"What is it?"
"It's Nic. It's...It's Nic. She she...she just texted me from that number. I think she has their phone. She's still alive. Yo we gotta go!"
"Good! Good. Where is she???" Chassidy anxiously looked at him.
"I-I...don't know. She didn't text back yet..." SB said a little disappointed.
"Well come on, we can go look now."
SB and Chassidy headed towards the door until they noticed Drake didn't follow behind them.
"Aubrey....You ARE coming with us.....right?"
"Man FUCK that nigga. He can sit his scary ass right here. The fuck we need him for?" SB waved him off and walked out to his car.
"No- Wait!" Chas ran back to Drake. "What are you doing? Let's go!"
"No."
"What d'you mean 'No'??? I'm putting my life on the fuckin line by going AGAINST these niggas to save this girl! And yo ass is being a punk BITCH."
"Yo I'm NOT about to get killed over some stupid shit like this! I'm already in enough trouble. I can't fuck with them niggas no more, Chas. I've already did enough than I can handle, man."
"So now you scared? You don't fuckin care about this girl's life? You risked your life once, why not do it for a better reason? That's what I'm doing!"
"Do you not know how fuckin serious this shit IS, Chassidy?! This ain't no motherfucking GAME. That nigga is DEADASS serious! This shit is LIFE and DEATH."
"Oh SORRY. Sorry that YOUR scary white ass is from Canada and isn't used to this environment. I'm sorry you know nothing about this shit. I'm sorry you were NEVER about this life. But right now, you have NO choice. Once you're in, there's no backing this shit down. Now THAT can get yo ass killed."
Chassidy didn't waste any time, leaving Drake behind. She made it to the front and ran out to SB's car. Before she got in, she heard Drake quickly following behind her. They made Chas climb to the back so Drake could sit in the passenger seat.
Safaree rolled his eyes and proceeded back into the streets of LA.
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One strange thing about this whole kidnapping situation was that Nicki had freedom within the house. Unlike being tied up to a chair with tape around her mouth and ropes around her wrists and ankles. It was a bit unusual for her. But since she was free, she just tried to stay at a distance from Lea. Hoping not to see him much in the big house that he had.
Nicki would lock herself up in one of the rooms for hours, praying and thinking over a lot of things. Things she should have did differently and things she regretted. All she wanted was Safaree. She wanted to be in his arms and to be safe.
Honestly, no one could say how long Lea was gonna keep this up but he had to have a legit reason behind it all. And sooner or later, she was gonna find out.
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Lea sat on his "throne" and propped his feet up, looking out of the large window at the view. He was on the phone casually laughing and talking to an old friend.
Nicki slowly made her way down the stairs, eyeing him at the corner of the room. She inched her way quietly to the kitchen and stopped in her tracks. She turned around and noticed Lea's voice go quieter. Nic then made her way to his chair which was directly facing the large window. She stood right behind him and gazed out of the window. Lea remained silent, knowing she was behind him.
"How long do I have here..."
Lea sat his phone on the end table next to his chair and bit at the inner skin of his finger. He closed his eyes and slightly shook his head, becoming annoyed with Nicki.
"What did I tell you the FIRST time?"
"You OBVIOUSLY have me here for a REASON. So what is it?"
He turned his body completely around in his seat looking up at her.
"That's something for ME to worry about. Now, can you go fix me some water? I'm a little p-"
"YOU'VE BEEN KEEPING ME HERE FOR ALMOST A WEEK NOW AND HAVE NOT GOTTEN WHAT YOU'VE REALLY WANTED FROM ME."
"You know what," Lea chuckled. "YOU are rid-"
Before he could finish, a ring came to his phone unexpectedly. Both their heads turned to his phone sitting on the end table next to him. It read an unusual name that Nicki didn't understand.
Lea's eyes bucked and before he knew it, Nicki swiftly snatched the phone off the end table and ran. All in one move, he hopped up, chased her and kicked her to the ground, causing the phone to answer on speaker.
Nicki hit the ground and started crawling her way to the phone to call out for help. She began screaming while Lea made his way to the phone before her and picked it up.
"Who is this?"
"Yo who the fuck is this?! WHERE'S NICKI?!"
Nicki heard Safaree's strained voice on the phone and her eyes popped. She struggled to get up, trying to fight for the phone.
"SAFAREE!!!!! SA- SAFREE PLEASE HEL- HELP ME"
As soon as she tried to tackle Lea over the phone, he harshly pushed her back to the ground. He fought her off and hung up the phone.
"WAIT!!! Wait.. W- How does he know your number?! How did you get his number?! Please just lemme talk to him! PLEASE!!!!" Nicki pleaded with tears down her face. She pulled on his arm, punching him in his back, as he angrily walked upstairs.
Her tiny fists weren't doing her any justice. She fought and fought and pleaded to hear Safaree's voice again, while Lea just ignored her.
"LEMME TALK TO HIM PLEASEEEEEE! PLEASE! If you just give me this one, I'll do WHAT EEEEVER you want me to! Please just lemme talk to my baby....." More tears blurred her vision. He continued to ignore her, walking into an office he had. She followed him in and froze in place when something quickly caught her eye around the office. There were nothing but huge black and white portraits of her placed nice and neatly around his walls.
Her jaw dropped at the images before her. Lea went over to a book shelf sitting against one wall in his office, as he was searching for something. Nic's heart rate increased within 3 seconds as she became dizzy. Her tiny feet were moving backwards towards the door, unknowingly. Nic's heavy breathing became a small panic as she could hardly get any words out.
"You're.........obsessed....with me....." Her voice was at a whisper, feeling like she had a knot in her throat where she couldn't breathe any more. The room slowly started caving in on her.
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Thursday, January 31, 2013
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Chapter 28
"Now Miss Nicki.....we can make this life enjoyable and easy....or we can make it a living hell. The choice is yours."
"PLEASE. What is this? Bye."
"Youuu keep up that attitude there....youuu...." the guy giggled and shook his head.
Nicki sat on the couch with her legs crossed, propping her head up on her hand. She rolled her eyes and continued to look outside at the view of the city.
"Ugh! Whyyyy am I even here?! Look if it's money you want, I got plenty. I just want to be back in my place!"
"Oh baby, PLS. Trust me, if I wanted the money. I wouldn't be wasting my time with you right now."
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"I didn't WANT your money, I WANTED YOU."
"For WHAT?"
"Becauseeee Onika, you are everything a man like me ever wanted in life," he smirked. "I just came to realize I really needed you in my life. And now that I have you here with me....I'm a happy man." he gave her a wide grin and caught her eyes.
She studied his face for a minute before speaking up. "So YOU'RE the one who sent these niggas to TAKE me?!"
"I know my rounds," he shrugged, looking down at his nails. "wasn't TOO hard tho."
"SO I ALMOST GOT KILLED FOR THIS?!"
"......Yeah. Your point?"
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!" she stood up, standing across from him.
"Hey hey now....now thanks to ME, you better be lucky none of these niggas tried to tear ya ass off in the process. But you're here now. You're safe with me." The man gave her a wide smile.
"Wait a minute. What is your name?"
"I go by the name of Lea. Short for 'Leader' since I am the front nigga in this game. Oooo. Nice to meet you."
Lea reached his hand out closer for Nicki to shake. She gave him a salty look and never moved.
"But I rather YOU to just simply call me....Bae."
"HA. Yeah. Don't think so." she rolled her eyes and walked up towards the stairs.
Lea followed close behind her into one of the rooms upstairs.
"Why are you playing hard to get?!" he laughed.
"I will NOT be in this house with you! I am NOT your wife. You CAN'T control me. LEAVE ME ALONE!"
He stormed up to Nicki, making her flinch up against a wall. He got in her face surpressing his hand against her jawline, squeezing it tightly. She whimpered at the pain and looked him in his dark eyes.
"If you EVER think about leaving me, your ASS will be dinner before I fry the rest of your body. Fuck with ME, BITCH."
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Safaree rushed to Nicki's house to search for his kept weapons in the garage. He went in and began searching through boxes all around the top shelves. He never used his guns unless someone broke in or if they were being threatened. The last time he actually carried one was when he lived in Brooklyn. Carrying one down the block just in case niggas got slick.
When he collected his 3 guns, he wwnt back into the house to stop and look around. It had been 2 months since he saw the inside of her house but then it hit Safaree how much he missed being here and how much he began missing Nicki.
Safaree made his way upstairs to her room. He glanced around and smelled her aroma in the air. He walked over to her bed and sat on it. Thoughts quickly rushed his mind, thinking why he had let the situation go this far. He laid down for a second and closed his eyes taking all of her smell in.
Safaree was sleeping when he heard a door crack open. When he heard noone walk in he shut his eyes again. 10 minutes later he heard a tiny sneeze come from the floor.
"What the...?" he sat up and saw pure darkness. He leaned over to his lamp and turned it on.
"Nic what are you doing?"
Nicki sat against the bathroom door with her eyes big and innocent. She stared at him before speaking up.
"......I uh...can't sleep..."
Safaree sighed and ran his hand over his face.
"Come here."
Nic hopped up, a little happy inside, walking to the bed and getting in under the covers with him. He laid back down and closed his eyes until he noticed Nic didn't do the same. He looked up at her, staring across the room in space and sat back up with her.
"Nic....what's wrong?"
She shook her head slowly, still staring at nothing in particular.
"You aight?"
She didn't say nothing although tears started forming in her eyes. Before they fell she turned her head to him and spoke.
"....I'm....scared."
Even though they were recently mad at each other from the big fight they had the other night, Safaree knew the only way she'd go to sleep was sleeping in the bed with him. But never had he thought this time would be any different.
"How come???"
"Do you know how dangerous this is, Safaree? I don't think you understand. I'm out here being 'Nicki Minaj' and living my life and someone could take all that away in a second."
"But you sa-"
"I mean LITERALLY. People out there are all kinds of crazy and I wouldn't know it just by walking up to a fan. It's almost like trusting the world. Trusting these everyday people that they just love you as an artist or your music and want to hug you and touch you. And I'd never know if that person was sick-obsessed with me or would do something to try and hurt me. Safaree, I'm trusting these people. With all that I do, they love. And I'm really not talking about my core, my barbz but....just the general public. How will I know that person wants a picture with me one day then the next day he does something crazy? If security thinks I'm all good cuz they're there to protect me then...ch. Cuz I have to mentally get over something like that. I be in shock all the time. And in my head after, I'm just like what would've happened if it wasn't stopped in time? It might be a joke one other time but still I'm seriously like 'Wow. Did that just happen? To me?' Like, it's crazy."
"Well if I ever see a nigga go left, you know I'll always get after that nigga. What you think I would do, just stand there?"
She laughed a little and wiped her face. "Nooooo. I'm just saying that kind of shit gets to me. And now I'm to the point where I can't trust NOBODY. Cuz with me, I'll never know what you'll do."
"Well I'm here to whoop a nigga ass anyway." he nudged her causing her to giggle.
There was a short silence.
"...You know...when you feel something bad's gonna happen?"
"Yeah, kinda. Why?"
"I have a real bad feeling..this time."
"What is it?"
Safaree caught Nicki's hand trembling, grasping the covers tightly. She trailed off into space again.
"N-Nic.." he grabbed her hands and locked their fingers, closing them securely around her hands.
Nicki loosened her fingers from under his and threw her arms around his neck. Holding him firmly and sobbing.
"I'm sorry for what I said the other day, I didn't mean it! I really didn't! I was just pissed off. I don't think you even know how much I need you right now...I'm so scared, Faree, I don't know what to do. Please...I really need you."
She pulled him down to lay their heads on the pillow as she snuggled into his chest. He noticed she had a very firm grip on his shirt. She was shaking under him still crying. Safaree had no choice but to feel for her in her time of fear. He wrapped his large arms around her tiny frame and held her. Planting kisses on her forehead.
"I'm here. I'm always here, Nic. I got you....don't worry. I got you."
Safaree opened his eyes and observed what he thought was Nicki in his arms. He looked down at the pillow and rose up, noticing he had dozed off for 20 minutes. Almost forgetting he was in her room. He ran his hands over his face and shook his head in distraught. Everything was now coming back to haunt him about not ever being up on his word to Nicki. The things he promised her back then was broken, he realized he never lived up to it. And now that it was pretty much late to go back and turn things around, SB had to find a way to save Nic before this became too late.
Before Safaree left Nicki's room, he grabbed a necklace sitting on her dresser he gave as a previous birthday present. He ran his thumb over it, observing it before putting it into his pocket and leaving.
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"UGH. I'm hungry!!!"
"Mmmmm. Me too. Wanna go fix us something, darling?"
"'SCUSE YOU?"
"There's rice in the pantry, chicken in that freezer and I think like two cans of corn. Get to work."
Nic dead faced him with the most disgusted look. [Who the FUCK is HE talking to?]
Lea continued to read the paper, still unbothered by her actions. Nicki hopped up and charged him up to snatch the newspaper out of his face.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?"
"My problem is that your ass is in my gyatdamn face instead of in that kitchen, cooking us something."
"I'M NOT COOKING A DAMN THING."
"Well if you wanna EAT to survive in this bitch, you're gonna have to COOK."
"Who the fuck do you think I am, your slave?!"
"My future WIFE, to be exact." he looked up at her smiling.
Nicki swung her hand back to struck her nails across his face. Lea got up and grabbed her by her neck with the tightest grip, throwing her against the room. She stumbled backwards and fell onto the hard floor.
A rage rushed over Nicki as she took the lamp by her and threw it at him. He ducked in time which caused her to miss.
"You crazy ass BITCH."
Nicki's tiny feet took off towards the front door for a second attempt. When she reached it, the door was jammed and wouldn't open once more. She became more frustrated while Lea sat back and chuckled at her. She turned around with tears in her eyes.
"LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING HOUSE!"
"No."
"LET ME OUT!"
"NO, Onika."
"DON'T FUCKING CAWL ME THAT. I want out of this house!"
"You can't go anywhere."
"I swear to fucking GOD if you don't let me out of here, I'M gonna let YOU out."
"Ooohooo! What's THAT supposed to mean?"
Nicki glanced at the wide window to her left and looked back at him.
"Oh?"
"I'm not scared of you...." she cocked an eyebrow at him.
She went back to pulling and kicking the door to get it unjammed. Lea shook his head once again and laughed at her. Nicki wasn't giving up until she found a way to escape.
He came up behind her and whispered into her ear.
"You can NEVER leave me. Sorry baby but you're here with me, 'til death. do. we. part." Lea ran his fingers up to Nicki's neck, starting from her chest up. She froze and eyed him from the corner of her eyes. If it really meant going to desperate measures to leave this crazy man, then she was all up for it.
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Safaree had to make a short run to his apartment across town to pick up a couple more things before he flew back to New York to link up with the Vaks.
When he walked in, he checked around to make sure no one was there to surprise him again. He cautiously moved into his room to retrieve his things.
After, Safaree walked to the front door and left out. As soon as he locked the door and turned around, his favorite person came to pop up on him again.
"Well look who it is!"
Safaree froze and stared at the girl before dropping everything he had in hand.
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"PLEASE. What is this? Bye."
"Youuu keep up that attitude there....youuu...." the guy giggled and shook his head.
Nicki sat on the couch with her legs crossed, propping her head up on her hand. She rolled her eyes and continued to look outside at the view of the city.
"Ugh! Whyyyy am I even here?! Look if it's money you want, I got plenty. I just want to be back in my place!"
"Oh baby, PLS. Trust me, if I wanted the money. I wouldn't be wasting my time with you right now."
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"I didn't WANT your money, I WANTED YOU."
"For WHAT?"
"Becauseeee Onika, you are everything a man like me ever wanted in life," he smirked. "I just came to realize I really needed you in my life. And now that I have you here with me....I'm a happy man." he gave her a wide grin and caught her eyes.
She studied his face for a minute before speaking up. "So YOU'RE the one who sent these niggas to TAKE me?!"
"I know my rounds," he shrugged, looking down at his nails. "wasn't TOO hard tho."
"SO I ALMOST GOT KILLED FOR THIS?!"
"......Yeah. Your point?"
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!" she stood up, standing across from him.
"Hey hey now....now thanks to ME, you better be lucky none of these niggas tried to tear ya ass off in the process. But you're here now. You're safe with me." The man gave her a wide smile.
"Wait a minute. What is your name?"
"I go by the name of Lea. Short for 'Leader' since I am the front nigga in this game. Oooo. Nice to meet you."
Lea reached his hand out closer for Nicki to shake. She gave him a salty look and never moved.
"But I rather YOU to just simply call me....Bae."
"HA. Yeah. Don't think so." she rolled her eyes and walked up towards the stairs.
Lea followed close behind her into one of the rooms upstairs.
"Why are you playing hard to get?!" he laughed.
"I will NOT be in this house with you! I am NOT your wife. You CAN'T control me. LEAVE ME ALONE!"
He stormed up to Nicki, making her flinch up against a wall. He got in her face surpressing his hand against her jawline, squeezing it tightly. She whimpered at the pain and looked him in his dark eyes.
"If you EVER think about leaving me, your ASS will be dinner before I fry the rest of your body. Fuck with ME, BITCH."
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Safaree rushed to Nicki's house to search for his kept weapons in the garage. He went in and began searching through boxes all around the top shelves. He never used his guns unless someone broke in or if they were being threatened. The last time he actually carried one was when he lived in Brooklyn. Carrying one down the block just in case niggas got slick.
When he collected his 3 guns, he wwnt back into the house to stop and look around. It had been 2 months since he saw the inside of her house but then it hit Safaree how much he missed being here and how much he began missing Nicki.
Safaree made his way upstairs to her room. He glanced around and smelled her aroma in the air. He walked over to her bed and sat on it. Thoughts quickly rushed his mind, thinking why he had let the situation go this far. He laid down for a second and closed his eyes taking all of her smell in.
Safaree was sleeping when he heard a door crack open. When he heard noone walk in he shut his eyes again. 10 minutes later he heard a tiny sneeze come from the floor.
"What the...?" he sat up and saw pure darkness. He leaned over to his lamp and turned it on.
"Nic what are you doing?"
Nicki sat against the bathroom door with her eyes big and innocent. She stared at him before speaking up.
"......I uh...can't sleep..."
Safaree sighed and ran his hand over his face.
"Come here."
Nic hopped up, a little happy inside, walking to the bed and getting in under the covers with him. He laid back down and closed his eyes until he noticed Nic didn't do the same. He looked up at her, staring across the room in space and sat back up with her.
"Nic....what's wrong?"
She shook her head slowly, still staring at nothing in particular.
"You aight?"
She didn't say nothing although tears started forming in her eyes. Before they fell she turned her head to him and spoke.
"....I'm....scared."
Even though they were recently mad at each other from the big fight they had the other night, Safaree knew the only way she'd go to sleep was sleeping in the bed with him. But never had he thought this time would be any different.
"How come???"
"Do you know how dangerous this is, Safaree? I don't think you understand. I'm out here being 'Nicki Minaj' and living my life and someone could take all that away in a second."
"But you sa-"
"I mean LITERALLY. People out there are all kinds of crazy and I wouldn't know it just by walking up to a fan. It's almost like trusting the world. Trusting these everyday people that they just love you as an artist or your music and want to hug you and touch you. And I'd never know if that person was sick-obsessed with me or would do something to try and hurt me. Safaree, I'm trusting these people. With all that I do, they love. And I'm really not talking about my core, my barbz but....just the general public. How will I know that person wants a picture with me one day then the next day he does something crazy? If security thinks I'm all good cuz they're there to protect me then...ch. Cuz I have to mentally get over something like that. I be in shock all the time. And in my head after, I'm just like what would've happened if it wasn't stopped in time? It might be a joke one other time but still I'm seriously like 'Wow. Did that just happen? To me?' Like, it's crazy."
"Well if I ever see a nigga go left, you know I'll always get after that nigga. What you think I would do, just stand there?"
She laughed a little and wiped her face. "Nooooo. I'm just saying that kind of shit gets to me. And now I'm to the point where I can't trust NOBODY. Cuz with me, I'll never know what you'll do."
"Well I'm here to whoop a nigga ass anyway." he nudged her causing her to giggle.
There was a short silence.
"...You know...when you feel something bad's gonna happen?"
"Yeah, kinda. Why?"
"I have a real bad feeling..this time."
"What is it?"
Safaree caught Nicki's hand trembling, grasping the covers tightly. She trailed off into space again.
"N-Nic.." he grabbed her hands and locked their fingers, closing them securely around her hands.
Nicki loosened her fingers from under his and threw her arms around his neck. Holding him firmly and sobbing.
"I'm sorry for what I said the other day, I didn't mean it! I really didn't! I was just pissed off. I don't think you even know how much I need you right now...I'm so scared, Faree, I don't know what to do. Please...I really need you."
She pulled him down to lay their heads on the pillow as she snuggled into his chest. He noticed she had a very firm grip on his shirt. She was shaking under him still crying. Safaree had no choice but to feel for her in her time of fear. He wrapped his large arms around her tiny frame and held her. Planting kisses on her forehead.
"I'm here. I'm always here, Nic. I got you....don't worry. I got you."
Safaree opened his eyes and observed what he thought was Nicki in his arms. He looked down at the pillow and rose up, noticing he had dozed off for 20 minutes. Almost forgetting he was in her room. He ran his hands over his face and shook his head in distraught. Everything was now coming back to haunt him about not ever being up on his word to Nicki. The things he promised her back then was broken, he realized he never lived up to it. And now that it was pretty much late to go back and turn things around, SB had to find a way to save Nic before this became too late.
Before Safaree left Nicki's room, he grabbed a necklace sitting on her dresser he gave as a previous birthday present. He ran his thumb over it, observing it before putting it into his pocket and leaving.
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"UGH. I'm hungry!!!"
"Mmmmm. Me too. Wanna go fix us something, darling?"
"'SCUSE YOU?"
"There's rice in the pantry, chicken in that freezer and I think like two cans of corn. Get to work."
Nic dead faced him with the most disgusted look. [Who the FUCK is HE talking to?]
Lea continued to read the paper, still unbothered by her actions. Nicki hopped up and charged him up to snatch the newspaper out of his face.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?"
"My problem is that your ass is in my gyatdamn face instead of in that kitchen, cooking us something."
"I'M NOT COOKING A DAMN THING."
"Well if you wanna EAT to survive in this bitch, you're gonna have to COOK."
"Who the fuck do you think I am, your slave?!"
"My future WIFE, to be exact." he looked up at her smiling.
Nicki swung her hand back to struck her nails across his face. Lea got up and grabbed her by her neck with the tightest grip, throwing her against the room. She stumbled backwards and fell onto the hard floor.
A rage rushed over Nicki as she took the lamp by her and threw it at him. He ducked in time which caused her to miss.
"You crazy ass BITCH."
Nicki's tiny feet took off towards the front door for a second attempt. When she reached it, the door was jammed and wouldn't open once more. She became more frustrated while Lea sat back and chuckled at her. She turned around with tears in her eyes.
"LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING HOUSE!"
"No."
"LET ME OUT!"
"NO, Onika."
"DON'T FUCKING CAWL ME THAT. I want out of this house!"
"You can't go anywhere."
"I swear to fucking GOD if you don't let me out of here, I'M gonna let YOU out."
"Ooohooo! What's THAT supposed to mean?"
Nicki glanced at the wide window to her left and looked back at him.
"Oh?"
"I'm not scared of you...." she cocked an eyebrow at him.
She went back to pulling and kicking the door to get it unjammed. Lea shook his head once again and laughed at her. Nicki wasn't giving up until she found a way to escape.
He came up behind her and whispered into her ear.
"You can NEVER leave me. Sorry baby but you're here with me, 'til death. do. we. part." Lea ran his fingers up to Nicki's neck, starting from her chest up. She froze and eyed him from the corner of her eyes. If it really meant going to desperate measures to leave this crazy man, then she was all up for it.
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Safaree had to make a short run to his apartment across town to pick up a couple more things before he flew back to New York to link up with the Vaks.
When he walked in, he checked around to make sure no one was there to surprise him again. He cautiously moved into his room to retrieve his things.
After, Safaree walked to the front door and left out. As soon as he locked the door and turned around, his favorite person came to pop up on him again.
"Well look who it is!"
Safaree froze and stared at the girl before dropping everything he had in hand.
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Sunday, January 20, 2013
Chapter 27
As the car sped off, Nicki was thrown to the other side of the back of the car.
"OW!" she struggled to get up, trying to see what the driver was doing. "WAIT! WAIT!!!! Where are you going?! Y-You forgot my friend!"
There was a private window closed off between the backseat and the driver so they couldn't see each other. She banged on the window, as the men sitting in the front refused to let it down.
"HEY!!!" Nic turned around to look at the back window to see where the car was taking her. When she glanced up, she noticed they were on their way towards the Brooklyn bridge. Her heart began to beat out of her chest and she couldn't catch her breath.
"Oh my god....Oh my god...HEY...HEY!!!! LET ME OUT!!! LET ME OUT PLEASE!!!!" she reached her hand up to feel around for any kind of buttons.
There was a button to raise down the private window closing them off. Unfortunately, the button would work. And the window was stuck.
"Oh my god!!!"
Nic tried the doors but the locks were seeped into the doors. She kept pulling the handle and bumping into the door but it wouldn't open. Tears began to fall as she was becoming terrified and frustrated.
She paused and noticed her hands were shaking. She stared at them for a minute and then it finally clicked in her head. She glanced between her hands and the window.
[Nooooo. I can't do that...] she twisted her face at the visual.
[Oh my god, there has to be something to break this with.]
She rummaged through her purse to look for something possibly sharp or hard enough to break the window to her right. For a second, she really couldn't believe she was about to escape out of a moving car but it was the only way to not find out god knows where the men would take her and do to her.
The only thing she could find was her hello kitty mirror sitting in her purse. Sadly, it was the only thing that would break that window so she could jump out of it. Nicki slowly pulled it out and gazed into it, looking over herself. A single tear fell as she prayed in her head that she would be okay with escaping instead of just waiting to see what the men would do.
"Well Nic, guess everything can't stay forever." she shrugged.
Nic took the mirror and agressively swung it into the window, causing the glass of both the mirror and the window to shatter into tiny pieces. Glass scraped her hands and wrists which made it bleed.
She grabbed ahold of the window frames and pulled herself up, sticking her head out first.
One of the men in the passenger seat happened to look out of his side-view mirror and caught Nicki attempting to jump out the car. He gasped and yelled to the man driving the car to #swerve.
As the car made a sharp swerve to the east it made Nic jerk back into the car and fly to the left side, making her cut up her hand even more and hitting her head against the other door.
"OW!"
She managed to get back up and try again but her hands were dripping in blood. More tears poured down her face as she tried to avoid the pain and pull herself towards the door again.
Attempting again, the man in the passenger seat quickly raised down the black window in between them and the backseat and pulled Nic by her red jacket.
"LET ME GO YOU, JERK! STOP!!!! LET ME GO NOW!" she forced herself more out of the window but the guy was nearly choking her because of his tight grip. She turned around and began beating on the guy's arm so he would let her go. When he wouldn't let go she sat back in the car and reached through the window to the front.
By her fighting off the big guy, it caused the driver to nearly lose control of the car. Nicki grabbed ahold of his neck and tried to scratch him in the face. She scratched at his face and made him bleed so he fought back. The guy forcefully pushed her tiny body back into the backseat and quickly closed back up the black window between them.
As Nic tried to catch her breath, she searched through her purse once more for her phone and its battery. She struggled to put it back together with blood all over her hands.
"Come onnnnn. Come onnnnn come on come on come on!"
The blackberry turned back on and the first thing she saw was messages flooded down in her email, voicemail and inbox. But she completely ignored and dialed Safaree's number. It never rung, it only went straight to his voicemail which told her, his phone was still disconnected.
"SAFAREE! Please don't do this to me! I really need youuuu." She brokedown bawling. She was about to give up.
"Okay. Um Candi!"
She went to Candi's number and dialed it quickly. The phone rung and rung until a staticky voice answered.
"Hello?!?! Hello?!"
"CANDICE HELP ME! CAN-"
"H....... NI.... ....ARE YOU?!"
"CANDI listen to me! Im in a moving car right now and these guys are taking me somewhere PLEASE HELP ME! PLEASE!!!!"
"H.....lo?! Nicki whe...ou?!?!"
The connection was still bad. Candi couldn't hear Nic and all Nic heard was static in between her voice. The difficulty of trying to get help was a fail.
She fought back tears trying to finally dial 911 when her phone went suddenly dead.
"ARE FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOWWW?!?! How am I gonna..."
More tears poured down her burning red cheeks as she laid her head against the seat and finally gave up.
10 minutes later she felt the car slow down. Nic lifted her head to look out of the broken window to see where they were. All she saw was open road that looked like an airport setting.
There was a noise of doors slamming and the left door opened. She jumped staring at the left door. Two shadows appeared in front of it.
Nicki quickly scooted backwards to the broken door to her right to take her chance escaping and running. Suddenly, the left door flew open to reveal the two guys dressed in black who had kidnapped her. Her eyes got big when she saw them reach in and tightly snatch her out of her car.
"NO!!!!!! STOP!!! LET ME FUCKING GO NOW!!!! PLEASE!!!!"
She noticed they were approaching a private jet. She kicked her legs off the ground, fighting to break free of the men grip. They carried her all the way up the stairs and into the private jet and slowly disappeared into the pitch black sky.
"I want her." he stared outside the window of his office.
"But Boss.......how are we supposed to find her?"
"Well, boys," he slowly turned to look at his team with a smirk on his face. "when you have a clever mind, you make clever moves."
"So how are we gonna do this???" One of the guys asked looking anxiously at him.
"Now...now, hold on. If I assign this task to you fellas, I expect you to go into this with NO fear, NO regrets. I'm warning you. It's quite risky. But if you're willing to do this for me.....Let's get down to business." The man said with a deviant smile across his face.
"Aight man, we got this! Just tell us what we gotta do and we can do this RIGHT. NOW." One guy said.
"Now wait wait! Whatchu mean by 'Risky'???"
"Son, did you risk your life by joining this gang?"
"Y-Yessir..." The young guy slightly put his head down.
"Then that means you're willing to risk your life for this, right?"
"Yes sir."
"Welcome to the business." he smiled wickedly.
The man walked over to his desk and glanced at the TV in his office as it showed a never-before-seen video of Nicki. He smiled at it and sat in his chair.
"She'll be mine. And when I have her in my hands.....there's no going back." He tilted back in his chair and laughed looking over at his team sharing a laugh with him.
"Oh God, she could be ANYWHERE right now!!!" Candice pondered across the hotel floor of Nicki's suite, resting her hand across her forehead.
"What are we going to do if we don't know where she is?" Lauren turned to Safaree.
He sat against the wall on the floor and buried his head into his lap. He felt all guilt in his heart and really didn't know how else to feel. She was gone. And it was too late. Too late to now see what was really going on. Too late to understand it all.
"I'll take it upon myself to find her. It's all my fault. I SHOULD'VE listened. I-" Safaree pounded his fist in his hand. He felt all this rage rush over him all of a sudden.
"Wait...Wait W- Safaree, where are you going?!"
The door slammed behind him as they all looked at each other in worry.
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"Nicki....NICKI PLEASE!"
"You fucked around and FUCKED UP nigga!"
"Please let her go man! YO LET HER FUCKIN GO NIGGA!" he charged him up until the gun was aimed at him now.
"Whoa whoa....slow ya roll playa. You don't wanna do that..." he said with ease, slowly forming a smile across his face.
Nicki's breath was slowing down. There was a tight grip around her neck which was cutting her breathing short. Sweat drenched down her face. And her tears blended in. Everything was a blur to her and her heart was racing.
"Shoulda listened to her when she was crying for help. No one neeeeever listened to Nicki. Cuz she was 'out of it' right?" he looked down at her and chuckled.
"YOU BETTER FUCKIN LET HER LOOSE!"
"Oh boohoo. Finally we can be even on this. I say its a fair shot. HA! geddit?? FAIR SHOT." he twirled the gun and swiftly aimed it back at her head.
He attempted to take the gun from him but it triggered.
*POW!*
Nicki woke up screaming and out of breath. She glanced around and notice she was in a bed.
[what the hell?]
She regulated her breath and swung her feet over to the floor. A rush of chills hit through her when she felt how cold the floor was. She looked down and notice there were no socks on her feet. Neither were there pants on her legs. In fact, all she had on was a big white T-shirt that had a smell of Gucci cologne on it.
She twisted her face up at it and folded her arms tightly around her now shivering body. The room was rather quiet. Too quiet, in fact. Nicki slowly got up from the bed and walked towards the room door which was closed and slowly cracked it open. The place was too dark for her to see so she cautiously stepped outside the room.
Nicki was nervous at this point, but remained silent and moved quietly down a pitch black hall. In her head, she was praying that she was somewhere safe where she would find Safaree or her friends around. As she continued to walk, her body was shaking more and more uncontrollably which didn't make her nerves any better.
"H....he...llo?" she said at almost a whisper.
"Hellooooo?"
5 seconds later, Nicki heard a door close behind her. She turned around with quickness and stood still. With the hall being in total black, she didn't trust going back the opposite direction.
"Who's there??"
Again, the entire place was silent so she heard nothing but the door closing. Nic stood there for a couple of minutes waiting for an answer. But got nothing.
She turned back around and slowly walked along the dark hall until she found a flight of stairs.
Suddenly, she heard a door creek open which made her jump. She turned her head towards the other side of the hall once again.
"Is anyone there?? Hello?"
This time, she went back and slowly walked back down the hall. Her body trembled 10x more now that she felt tension building up the closer she got.
When she neared the open door, she bumped into a tall figure and and screeched. The figure reached out and grabbed her and harshly covered her mouth.
Her screams were muffled and tears were pouring down unto the figure's hand. Nicki squirmed under the figure and tried to break free.
".....Nickiiiiiiiii.......You're ruining the gaaaaaaame." they whispered in her ear.
It gave her disgusted, cold chills through her body. She sobbed even more and was helpless. Too bad no one was around to help her in her distress. They grasped ahold of her tiny body and slowly backed her into a room. They slammed the door with their feet and continued to fight off Nicki's attempt to escape. They threw her on the cold hard floor and lit a dim light so they could see her.
Nicki scurried into a corner in the room and kept her distance from the man dressed in black standing before her.
[Just like in my dream!] she thought.
A shock shot across her face as she frantically observed the man standing by the door.
"Ahhhh....it is you, my dear." The man smiled.
He was a 6'4, caramel-skinned, man in his mid-30s. He had slick black hair that was neatly cut.
She didn't recognize who he was but she was terrified.
"Where am I?! Who are you?! WHY AM I HERE?!" she spat at him with a cold glare.
"Ooooo. Fiesty just like I imagined." he smirked.
"WHO ARE YOU?!?!"
"Why baby, I'm YOURS now."
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"Now stop with the dramatics, Nicki. You know you like whatchu see."
"TAKE ME BACK TO SAFAREE!"
"Awwww. But you just got hereeeee."
She stood up with tears running down her red face. She glared into his dark evil eyes and yelled at him.
"GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE AND TAKE ME HOME NOW!!!!!"
"You gon talk to me like that in our, babe?!"
The guy ran up on her and yanked her by her arm and pulled her close.
"Ow! Let me fucking go!" she spitted in his face and kicked him in his groin which made him fall in one motion.
He cried out at the harsh pain as Nicki ran out of the room and down the stairs for the front door.
When she made it to the door the locks were jammed and wouldn't open. She rammed into it several time, now bruising her shoulder. Before she knew it, the man came up behind her and snatched her back by her big white T-shirt. It caused her to fall, knees first, which also scraped against the old hard wooden floors.
Nicki screamed for help as she fought to get up instead of being nearly dragged back up the stairs.
"STOP!!!! LET ME GO PLEASE!!!!!!"
The guy took her by her arms and hesitantly dragged her back up the staircase.
"How are you gonna know she'll be with you forever?"
"Oh trust me. She could NEVER leave me..."
"But how do you know she wont escape? Fight back?"
"TRUST ME. Theres no way in hell that bitch could get out of MY sight. If she ever TRIES to leave me....she'd be dead before that door is unlocked." The guy pointed to his front door and gave his partners an evil look to show he wasn't playing on his word.
"Onika.....Onika.....Ohhhhhhnika..." he shook his head.
"Why are you doing this to me...?" Nic collapsed to they floor where she was sitting and cried. Now that she had failed her first escape, she knew it would take alot to try the attempt again.
At this moment, all she wanted was Safaree. In her head, she had constantly apologized and regreted everything she didn't tell him in the midst of the chaos. This is what she realized would happen when it was all too late.
"Is it THAT bad to just switch the life around and live a whole 'nother one with me?"
She pulled her body up slowly and sat back against a wall. Her shoulder was now throbbing in pain and her knees were slightly bleeding from the cold, rough wooden floor. From the corner of her eye she spotted the man taking off his shirt. She glanced up and flinched at what he was doing.
"W..W-What are you doing...?" She tightened her grip around her freezing body and began to tremble again.
The guy pulled the black shirt over his head and through it to the ground. Nicki stopped and frowned at the big white t-shirt on her small body.
"Wait wait wait, Where are my clothes?!"
"Calm downnnnn. I took them off while you were sleeping. I wanted you to be comfortable. And-"
"NO! HOW?! I sleep too lightly for someone to be TOUCHING all over me! What did you do to me?! WHY WERE YOU TOUCHING ME?!"
"I gave you a big t-shirt and you put it on before going back to sleep! Don't you remember???" the guy looked confused.
"....I did?"
"YES. You snatched it and put it on before falling back asleep."
"Oh my god.....no. Nooooo noooo noooo. I'm not suppose to be hereeee. WHERE AM I?!"
"Well I live in Vancouver." the guy walked over to the closet of the room and hung his gold chain up.
Nicki intently watched him as she squinted her eyes to his chain and recognized the familiar emble on it.
[waiiiiit...is that the...]
"We're in WHERE?!"
"CANADA."
"WHAT???!"
She nearly almost fell running back dowstairs to the large window that stretched from the ceiling to the very floor. A dull view of Vancouver was right before her eyes. The man followed her downstairs and stood 3 ft from behind her.
"You like the view?"
"....Stay faaaar away from me....."
"Do act like that, now...." he stepped closer to her.
She backed away closer to the window, clutching on to the ends of her shirt.
"DO. NOT. COME. NEAR. ME."
"Let me just explain it to you. I'm not gonna hurt you...." he reached his arms out to grab her wrists.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!"
The guy swiftly snatched her up by her wrists and swung her around to a chair near by and plopped her down.
"LISTEN TO ME. You are here. You are MINE now. And You are going to do WHATEVER I tell you to do. Got it?"
"I'm not doing SHIT for you!"
"Oh yeah?" he smirked. "then we'll have to live the HARD way in this house, I see..."
Nicki fought to release herself from under his tight grip. The pain became excruciating because of her hands still being sore from the glass that got caught in them.
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"Yo Vince, You remember the nigga Eric from that clique back in Flatbush???"
"Short Eric from the block?"
"Yeah."
"Oh yeah, I remember that sneaky ass nigga. Why? Wassup? What happen?"
"Look man, I think that's who got Nicki man."
"Wait What???"
"Look they got Nic, man! They took Nic!"
"Wait when was this?!"
"Like some hours ago. We gotta go find them niggas right now!"
"Yooooo hold on, you talmbout the niggas from Flatbush that we domed back then???"
"NIGGA YES. Yes the ones with that infinity shit around they neck and shit."
"Oh shit. How they find yall???"
"Iono man but we need to hurry up and make some moves before this bullshit get anymore out of hand!"
"Aight. Where da meet-up?"
"Just meet me back in LA. Call up them other niggas and tell'em wassup. I gotta make a run home to go pick up a few gats."
"Aight."
Safaree didn't even know where the gang had taken Nicki but was only praying she was okay. He took his phone and went through countless emails from close friends and family hearing about Nicki's disappearance, asking him if she was okay.
The two most important group of people he really hated to break the news to was 1. Nicki's family and 2. The Barbz. Now was too much to handle and he felt it was in his will to try and solve this the best way he could. He also had countless texts and missed calls/voicemails from alot of people that were just as shocked and devastated as he.
Even though it was too much to bare, he had to be strong for everyone right now. Safaree took his blackberry and turned it off again. He needed time to think things through and plan for revenge.
He would only keep on his iPhone for emergency purposes only. But as soon as he began to think the nightmare couldn't get any worse. A text message came to his phone.
#RS1137:
Game on, muthafucka.
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{To Be Clear: The Words in Italics are Flashbacks from before this entire story was written. The PINK Italics are Nicki's dreams. [So you wont be confused.] I'll be doing more FB's because now we're in the part of the story where you get to see how This Entire Story unfolds. Let me know if you Like and Understand it this way. I'll be posting soon. Thanks for reading. :) xoxo}
"OW!" she struggled to get up, trying to see what the driver was doing. "WAIT! WAIT!!!! Where are you going?! Y-You forgot my friend!"
There was a private window closed off between the backseat and the driver so they couldn't see each other. She banged on the window, as the men sitting in the front refused to let it down.
"HEY!!!" Nic turned around to look at the back window to see where the car was taking her. When she glanced up, she noticed they were on their way towards the Brooklyn bridge. Her heart began to beat out of her chest and she couldn't catch her breath.
"Oh my god....Oh my god...HEY...HEY!!!! LET ME OUT!!! LET ME OUT PLEASE!!!!" she reached her hand up to feel around for any kind of buttons.
There was a button to raise down the private window closing them off. Unfortunately, the button would work. And the window was stuck.
"Oh my god!!!"
Nic tried the doors but the locks were seeped into the doors. She kept pulling the handle and bumping into the door but it wouldn't open. Tears began to fall as she was becoming terrified and frustrated.
She paused and noticed her hands were shaking. She stared at them for a minute and then it finally clicked in her head. She glanced between her hands and the window.
[Nooooo. I can't do that...] she twisted her face at the visual.
[Oh my god, there has to be something to break this with.]
She rummaged through her purse to look for something possibly sharp or hard enough to break the window to her right. For a second, she really couldn't believe she was about to escape out of a moving car but it was the only way to not find out god knows where the men would take her and do to her.
The only thing she could find was her hello kitty mirror sitting in her purse. Sadly, it was the only thing that would break that window so she could jump out of it. Nicki slowly pulled it out and gazed into it, looking over herself. A single tear fell as she prayed in her head that she would be okay with escaping instead of just waiting to see what the men would do.
"Well Nic, guess everything can't stay forever." she shrugged.
Nic took the mirror and agressively swung it into the window, causing the glass of both the mirror and the window to shatter into tiny pieces. Glass scraped her hands and wrists which made it bleed.
She grabbed ahold of the window frames and pulled herself up, sticking her head out first.
One of the men in the passenger seat happened to look out of his side-view mirror and caught Nicki attempting to jump out the car. He gasped and yelled to the man driving the car to #swerve.
As the car made a sharp swerve to the east it made Nic jerk back into the car and fly to the left side, making her cut up her hand even more and hitting her head against the other door.
"OW!"
She managed to get back up and try again but her hands were dripping in blood. More tears poured down her face as she tried to avoid the pain and pull herself towards the door again.
Attempting again, the man in the passenger seat quickly raised down the black window in between them and the backseat and pulled Nic by her red jacket.
"LET ME GO YOU, JERK! STOP!!!! LET ME GO NOW!" she forced herself more out of the window but the guy was nearly choking her because of his tight grip. She turned around and began beating on the guy's arm so he would let her go. When he wouldn't let go she sat back in the car and reached through the window to the front.
By her fighting off the big guy, it caused the driver to nearly lose control of the car. Nicki grabbed ahold of his neck and tried to scratch him in the face. She scratched at his face and made him bleed so he fought back. The guy forcefully pushed her tiny body back into the backseat and quickly closed back up the black window between them.
As Nic tried to catch her breath, she searched through her purse once more for her phone and its battery. She struggled to put it back together with blood all over her hands.
"Come onnnnn. Come onnnnn come on come on come on!"
The blackberry turned back on and the first thing she saw was messages flooded down in her email, voicemail and inbox. But she completely ignored and dialed Safaree's number. It never rung, it only went straight to his voicemail which told her, his phone was still disconnected.
"SAFAREE! Please don't do this to me! I really need youuuu." She brokedown bawling. She was about to give up.
"Okay. Um Candi!"
She went to Candi's number and dialed it quickly. The phone rung and rung until a staticky voice answered.
"Hello?!?! Hello?!"
"CANDICE HELP ME! CAN-"
"H....... NI.... ....ARE YOU?!"
"CANDI listen to me! Im in a moving car right now and these guys are taking me somewhere PLEASE HELP ME! PLEASE!!!!"
"H.....lo?! Nicki whe...ou?!?!"
The connection was still bad. Candi couldn't hear Nic and all Nic heard was static in between her voice. The difficulty of trying to get help was a fail.
She fought back tears trying to finally dial 911 when her phone went suddenly dead.
"ARE FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOWWW?!?! How am I gonna..."
More tears poured down her burning red cheeks as she laid her head against the seat and finally gave up.
10 minutes later she felt the car slow down. Nic lifted her head to look out of the broken window to see where they were. All she saw was open road that looked like an airport setting.
There was a noise of doors slamming and the left door opened. She jumped staring at the left door. Two shadows appeared in front of it.
Nicki quickly scooted backwards to the broken door to her right to take her chance escaping and running. Suddenly, the left door flew open to reveal the two guys dressed in black who had kidnapped her. Her eyes got big when she saw them reach in and tightly snatch her out of her car.
"NO!!!!!! STOP!!! LET ME FUCKING GO NOW!!!! PLEASE!!!!"
She noticed they were approaching a private jet. She kicked her legs off the ground, fighting to break free of the men grip. They carried her all the way up the stairs and into the private jet and slowly disappeared into the pitch black sky.
"I want her." he stared outside the window of his office.
"But Boss.......how are we supposed to find her?"
"Well, boys," he slowly turned to look at his team with a smirk on his face. "when you have a clever mind, you make clever moves."
"So how are we gonna do this???" One of the guys asked looking anxiously at him.
"Now...now, hold on. If I assign this task to you fellas, I expect you to go into this with NO fear, NO regrets. I'm warning you. It's quite risky. But if you're willing to do this for me.....Let's get down to business." The man said with a deviant smile across his face.
"Aight man, we got this! Just tell us what we gotta do and we can do this RIGHT. NOW." One guy said.
"Now wait wait! Whatchu mean by 'Risky'???"
"Son, did you risk your life by joining this gang?"
"Y-Yessir..." The young guy slightly put his head down.
"Then that means you're willing to risk your life for this, right?"
"Yes sir."
"Welcome to the business." he smiled wickedly.
The man walked over to his desk and glanced at the TV in his office as it showed a never-before-seen video of Nicki. He smiled at it and sat in his chair.
"She'll be mine. And when I have her in my hands.....there's no going back." He tilted back in his chair and laughed looking over at his team sharing a laugh with him.
"Oh God, she could be ANYWHERE right now!!!" Candice pondered across the hotel floor of Nicki's suite, resting her hand across her forehead.
"What are we going to do if we don't know where she is?" Lauren turned to Safaree.
He sat against the wall on the floor and buried his head into his lap. He felt all guilt in his heart and really didn't know how else to feel. She was gone. And it was too late. Too late to now see what was really going on. Too late to understand it all.
"I'll take it upon myself to find her. It's all my fault. I SHOULD'VE listened. I-" Safaree pounded his fist in his hand. He felt all this rage rush over him all of a sudden.
"Wait...Wait W- Safaree, where are you going?!"
The door slammed behind him as they all looked at each other in worry.
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"Nicki....NICKI PLEASE!"
"You fucked around and FUCKED UP nigga!"
"Please let her go man! YO LET HER FUCKIN GO NIGGA!" he charged him up until the gun was aimed at him now.
"Whoa whoa....slow ya roll playa. You don't wanna do that..." he said with ease, slowly forming a smile across his face.
Nicki's breath was slowing down. There was a tight grip around her neck which was cutting her breathing short. Sweat drenched down her face. And her tears blended in. Everything was a blur to her and her heart was racing.
"Shoulda listened to her when she was crying for help. No one neeeeever listened to Nicki. Cuz she was 'out of it' right?" he looked down at her and chuckled.
"YOU BETTER FUCKIN LET HER LOOSE!"
"Oh boohoo. Finally we can be even on this. I say its a fair shot. HA! geddit?? FAIR SHOT." he twirled the gun and swiftly aimed it back at her head.
He attempted to take the gun from him but it triggered.
*POW!*
Nicki woke up screaming and out of breath. She glanced around and notice she was in a bed.
[what the hell?]
She regulated her breath and swung her feet over to the floor. A rush of chills hit through her when she felt how cold the floor was. She looked down and notice there were no socks on her feet. Neither were there pants on her legs. In fact, all she had on was a big white T-shirt that had a smell of Gucci cologne on it.
She twisted her face up at it and folded her arms tightly around her now shivering body. The room was rather quiet. Too quiet, in fact. Nicki slowly got up from the bed and walked towards the room door which was closed and slowly cracked it open. The place was too dark for her to see so she cautiously stepped outside the room.
Nicki was nervous at this point, but remained silent and moved quietly down a pitch black hall. In her head, she was praying that she was somewhere safe where she would find Safaree or her friends around. As she continued to walk, her body was shaking more and more uncontrollably which didn't make her nerves any better.
"H....he...llo?" she said at almost a whisper.
"Hellooooo?"
5 seconds later, Nicki heard a door close behind her. She turned around with quickness and stood still. With the hall being in total black, she didn't trust going back the opposite direction.
"Who's there??"
Again, the entire place was silent so she heard nothing but the door closing. Nic stood there for a couple of minutes waiting for an answer. But got nothing.
She turned back around and slowly walked along the dark hall until she found a flight of stairs.
Suddenly, she heard a door creek open which made her jump. She turned her head towards the other side of the hall once again.
"Is anyone there?? Hello?"
This time, she went back and slowly walked back down the hall. Her body trembled 10x more now that she felt tension building up the closer she got.
When she neared the open door, she bumped into a tall figure and and screeched. The figure reached out and grabbed her and harshly covered her mouth.
Her screams were muffled and tears were pouring down unto the figure's hand. Nicki squirmed under the figure and tried to break free.
".....Nickiiiiiiiii.......You're ruining the gaaaaaaame." they whispered in her ear.
It gave her disgusted, cold chills through her body. She sobbed even more and was helpless. Too bad no one was around to help her in her distress. They grasped ahold of her tiny body and slowly backed her into a room. They slammed the door with their feet and continued to fight off Nicki's attempt to escape. They threw her on the cold hard floor and lit a dim light so they could see her.
Nicki scurried into a corner in the room and kept her distance from the man dressed in black standing before her.
[Just like in my dream!] she thought.
A shock shot across her face as she frantically observed the man standing by the door.
"Ahhhh....it is you, my dear." The man smiled.
He was a 6'4, caramel-skinned, man in his mid-30s. He had slick black hair that was neatly cut.
She didn't recognize who he was but she was terrified.
"Where am I?! Who are you?! WHY AM I HERE?!" she spat at him with a cold glare.
"Ooooo. Fiesty just like I imagined." he smirked.
"WHO ARE YOU?!?!"
"Why baby, I'm YOURS now."
"EXCUSE ME?!"
"Now stop with the dramatics, Nicki. You know you like whatchu see."
"TAKE ME BACK TO SAFAREE!"
"Awwww. But you just got hereeeee."
She stood up with tears running down her red face. She glared into his dark evil eyes and yelled at him.
"GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE AND TAKE ME HOME NOW!!!!!"
"You gon talk to me like that in our, babe?!"
The guy ran up on her and yanked her by her arm and pulled her close.
"Ow! Let me fucking go!" she spitted in his face and kicked him in his groin which made him fall in one motion.
He cried out at the harsh pain as Nicki ran out of the room and down the stairs for the front door.
When she made it to the door the locks were jammed and wouldn't open. She rammed into it several time, now bruising her shoulder. Before she knew it, the man came up behind her and snatched her back by her big white T-shirt. It caused her to fall, knees first, which also scraped against the old hard wooden floors.
Nicki screamed for help as she fought to get up instead of being nearly dragged back up the stairs.
"STOP!!!! LET ME GO PLEASE!!!!!!"
The guy took her by her arms and hesitantly dragged her back up the staircase.
"How are you gonna know she'll be with you forever?"
"Oh trust me. She could NEVER leave me..."
"But how do you know she wont escape? Fight back?"
"TRUST ME. Theres no way in hell that bitch could get out of MY sight. If she ever TRIES to leave me....she'd be dead before that door is unlocked." The guy pointed to his front door and gave his partners an evil look to show he wasn't playing on his word.
"Onika.....Onika.....Ohhhhhhnika..." he shook his head.
"Why are you doing this to me...?" Nic collapsed to they floor where she was sitting and cried. Now that she had failed her first escape, she knew it would take alot to try the attempt again.
At this moment, all she wanted was Safaree. In her head, she had constantly apologized and regreted everything she didn't tell him in the midst of the chaos. This is what she realized would happen when it was all too late.
"Is it THAT bad to just switch the life around and live a whole 'nother one with me?"
She pulled her body up slowly and sat back against a wall. Her shoulder was now throbbing in pain and her knees were slightly bleeding from the cold, rough wooden floor. From the corner of her eye she spotted the man taking off his shirt. She glanced up and flinched at what he was doing.
"W..W-What are you doing...?" She tightened her grip around her freezing body and began to tremble again.
The guy pulled the black shirt over his head and through it to the ground. Nicki stopped and frowned at the big white t-shirt on her small body.
"Wait wait wait, Where are my clothes?!"
"Calm downnnnn. I took them off while you were sleeping. I wanted you to be comfortable. And-"
"NO! HOW?! I sleep too lightly for someone to be TOUCHING all over me! What did you do to me?! WHY WERE YOU TOUCHING ME?!"
"I gave you a big t-shirt and you put it on before going back to sleep! Don't you remember???" the guy looked confused.
"....I did?"
"YES. You snatched it and put it on before falling back asleep."
"Oh my god.....no. Nooooo noooo noooo. I'm not suppose to be hereeee. WHERE AM I?!"
"Well I live in Vancouver." the guy walked over to the closet of the room and hung his gold chain up.
Nicki intently watched him as she squinted her eyes to his chain and recognized the familiar emble on it.
[waiiiiit...is that the...]
"We're in WHERE?!"
"CANADA."
"WHAT???!"
She nearly almost fell running back dowstairs to the large window that stretched from the ceiling to the very floor. A dull view of Vancouver was right before her eyes. The man followed her downstairs and stood 3 ft from behind her.
"You like the view?"
"....Stay faaaar away from me....."
"Do act like that, now...." he stepped closer to her.
She backed away closer to the window, clutching on to the ends of her shirt.
"DO. NOT. COME. NEAR. ME."
"Let me just explain it to you. I'm not gonna hurt you...." he reached his arms out to grab her wrists.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!"
The guy swiftly snatched her up by her wrists and swung her around to a chair near by and plopped her down.
"LISTEN TO ME. You are here. You are MINE now. And You are going to do WHATEVER I tell you to do. Got it?"
"I'm not doing SHIT for you!"
"Oh yeah?" he smirked. "then we'll have to live the HARD way in this house, I see..."
Nicki fought to release herself from under his tight grip. The pain became excruciating because of her hands still being sore from the glass that got caught in them.
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"Yo Vince, You remember the nigga Eric from that clique back in Flatbush???"
"Short Eric from the block?"
"Yeah."
"Oh yeah, I remember that sneaky ass nigga. Why? Wassup? What happen?"
"Look man, I think that's who got Nicki man."
"Wait What???"
"Look they got Nic, man! They took Nic!"
"Wait when was this?!"
"Like some hours ago. We gotta go find them niggas right now!"
"Yooooo hold on, you talmbout the niggas from Flatbush that we domed back then???"
"NIGGA YES. Yes the ones with that infinity shit around they neck and shit."
"Oh shit. How they find yall???"
"Iono man but we need to hurry up and make some moves before this bullshit get anymore out of hand!"
"Aight. Where da meet-up?"
"Just meet me back in LA. Call up them other niggas and tell'em wassup. I gotta make a run home to go pick up a few gats."
"Aight."
Safaree didn't even know where the gang had taken Nicki but was only praying she was okay. He took his phone and went through countless emails from close friends and family hearing about Nicki's disappearance, asking him if she was okay.
The two most important group of people he really hated to break the news to was 1. Nicki's family and 2. The Barbz. Now was too much to handle and he felt it was in his will to try and solve this the best way he could. He also had countless texts and missed calls/voicemails from alot of people that were just as shocked and devastated as he.
Even though it was too much to bare, he had to be strong for everyone right now. Safaree took his blackberry and turned it off again. He needed time to think things through and plan for revenge.
He would only keep on his iPhone for emergency purposes only. But as soon as he began to think the nightmare couldn't get any worse. A text message came to his phone.
#RS1137:
Game on, muthafucka.
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{To Be Clear: The Words in Italics are Flashbacks from before this entire story was written. The PINK Italics are Nicki's dreams. [So you wont be confused.] I'll be doing more FB's because now we're in the part of the story where you get to see how This Entire Story unfolds. Let me know if you Like and Understand it this way. I'll be posting soon. Thanks for reading. :) xoxo}
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Chapter 26
{I shan't continue this, right? Cuz....}
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Today was the day that would possibly go down in hip hop history for Nicki in New York. The final radio show in the US and really the most anticipated. Nicki and her team arrived to New York the next morning preparing for a night to remember. She prayed constantly in her head, her day would go as planned.
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"Damn they just now puttin this shit together?"
"I know right. Tuh."
"So who all supposed to be coming?" Karen's friend asked as she smacked her gum loudly.
"Umm....Tyga, 2Chainz, Jeezy, Bob, Uhh..Big Seeeaaaan, and I heard Nicki's set is gonna be poppin." Karen continued to walk nodding her head.
"NICKI?" her friend's face lit up. She raised in eyebrow.
"Yup." Karen adjusted her snapback and smiled.
"Hmm." her friend smirked and rolled her eyes as they stepped onto one of the Summer Jam stages.
They wandered across the stage and observed the view of the grassy area where the big crowd was gonna pile into in a couple of hours. Karen turned around to see what was on the headlining stage.
"Awwww Shit!"
"What girl?!" Karen's friend turned around and saw Karen walking up to Nicki's Stage set. Her eyes widened at the stage knowing exactly who it was for.
"Oooooo. We should take pictures on it!"
"You want to?" Karen gave her an evil smirk.
She pulled out her phone and ran up the stairs to the top of the stage set and began dancing. Her friend walked up laughing.
"Girl you is stupid!"
"Shiiiiiit. I can do this shit better than her! Karen Minaj in this hoooooeee!" she busted out into another dance.
"She prolly gon bust up on here doin ha, 'Boy you got my heartbeat running awaaaaaay!' all that white girl shit!" Her friend imitated Nicki in a disrepectful manner as Karen busted out into a fit of giggles.
"Come on lets take these pics!" Karen gave her friend the phone and posed on top of Nicki's stage.
"Okay. Now let's get one together, do a bad bitch pose!"
They had a stage worker to take their picture and they got off Nic's stage laughing.
"Yooooo yoo I dare you to put that shit on twitter and see what that bitch say!" Her friend insisted.
"And if I do what she gon do? Girl bye. WATCH."
Karen tweeted the picture of them on her stage and captioned,
"Welllll I guess @NICKIMINAJ isn't here so I'll take her spot lol"
Her and her friend laughed and walked on to backstage to finish their tour through the show.
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Nicki was now at a New York hotel on the phone with Camron talking about the plans for the show.
"Oh look, Nic they got a live stream for the show. Guess we can watch the other shit before we get there." Safaree pulled up the link on the macbook. He opened a tab for his twitter account to see if the barbz were ready also.
After she hung up with Cam. She had Manny to call the others up. Nic walked over in the other room to SB and sat on his lap. She logged onto her account and was about to tweet her barbz until she noticed a picture they kept retweeting down her timeline. All she saw was her @ name and everyone seemed to be upset. She furrowed her eyebrows and frowned before going to click on the link.
@KarenCivil: Welllll I guess @NICKIMINAJ isn't here so I'll take her spot lol
Nicki gasped and automatically snapped. "WHAT THE."
"What Nic?" Safaree played with his chain.
"Who let these bitches up on my stage?!?!" she leaned over a bit so he could see the picture.
"Yo What the fuck?"
He took a double look at the picture and observed the other girl. She almost resembled a familiar face. He leaned in closer to see upclose but Nic clicked off the picture to tweet.
[Shit!]
"UGHHH, PLEASEEEE don't try me TO. DAY. I got too much shit to worry about! Look look, they HOPING I say some mean ass shit." she pointed chuckling at her Barbz go off.
"Lemme just..." she scrolled over to new tweet and hashtagged her first one.
@NICKIMINAJ: #daFuqOffmyStageAssholes
Her barbz flooded her timeline, crying and RTing her. She giggled at their rowdiness. Lowkey, she was really pissed off.
@NICKIMINAJ: #FallnbussYaheadOpengonBelookinToSue
They were still at it down her timeline. She was actually finding the subtweets quite funny and really didn't care. So she did it again.
@NICKIMINAJ: #YaStupidDisrespectfulFucks
After she tweeted that, she got up and asked for T's phone.
"What they did, Nic?" he handed it to her.
"Dem bitches sittin up there playing up on my gyatdamn stage like its a muthafuckin toy, NO!"
"Who???" Terrence was in the corner curling Nicki's wigs.
"That chick Mack & Wayne signed," she waved it off trying to remember who she was. "Umm, Karen something. She does like a blog or some shit."
"Karen Civil?"
"Ha and some otha bitch. Shit. I wanna know WHYYYY the fuck they got MY shit out on stage right now and lettin people come play on it! I paid too much for that fuckin stage."
"Oh hell no. They betta hope niggas ain't gotta clown when WE get there."
"Tuh, They play all the fuck they want. Don't be cryin when yo ass humpty dump right off that muhfuckin stage." Nicki tilted her head and walked to her bed and called the production crew.
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@NICKIMINAJ: #PraiseGod
Nicki went back on twitter, to recollect herself and noticed Karen had deleted the picture. She rolled her eyes and continued to talk to her barbz.
@NICKIMINAJ: History will be made @ Hot97 Summer Jam tonight. I really hope you're there to witness it.
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At around 5pm, Nicki was now getting ready to head to the venue to meet everyone there and to prepare for the show.
Safaree still had the stream up and running while they kept busy around the hotel room, packing things.
The room was merely quiet when he noticed a white guy walking onto the stage.
"Make some fuckin noise if you ready for Summer Jam tonight."
The crowd cheered.
"Putcha muthafuckin hands in the air if you ready to here some Big Sean......Nas."
The crowd cheered again.
"Putcha muthafuckin hands up if you support REAL HIP HOP. Not all the Starships shit. We know that shit aint REAL hip hop. Niggas here for the REAL SHIT."
Terrence head snapped towards Safaree and Nicki's neck snapped up looking at them both.
"What the fuck did he just say????" Safaree approached the laptop.
She sat with her legs crossed, and her jaw hanging.
"Wait....Did I just...."
"Man WHAT THE FUCK."
Nic slightly chuckled and shook her head looking down, hoping she heard the dude correctly.
"Waaaaaaiiiitttt.....Waaaaaiiiitttt....Waaaaiiittt....I knooooowwwwww this nigga aint just try to cawl me out. I KNOOOOOWWWW he did not just say dat shit in front of all them people. They REALLY trying me today huh??? Like REALLY....Oh my GOOOOODDDDD."
"These bitches aint gon nevah learn."
Manny heard Nicki going off and walked in the room. "Yo what happened?"
"One of the DJs at Hot97 just said some disrespectful shit bout Nic." T said.
"These muhfuckas wanna TRY me TODAAAAAY tho! Like. Seriously?! Who said that shit? Who da fuck just said that shit?!" she pounded her fists in her hand.
"TM said Peter Rosenberg just said that shit. First of all, who the fuck told him to get on stage. SECOND, that nigga fuckin WHITE. Fuck HE think he KNOW about 'REAL FUCKIN HIP HOP'?! Nigga you just fuckin DJ at Hot97. That's some FUC-"
"He had the NERVE to say MY shit ain't 'REAL Hip Hop'! Like WHO da fuck said I was even gonna fuckin do my pop songs tonight?! I'm in my fuckin HOMETOWN! Who-WHAT THE FUCK I LOOK LIKE PERFORMING MY POP SONGS FOR A CITY WHO GREW UP ON HIP HOP?! Where's the fucking LOGIC?! Fuck outta here! I wouldn't do that to New York! They don't even KNOW what I got planned for my set anyway!"
@SCAFFBEEZY: YOOO PETER ROSENBURG WHEN I COME TO SUMMA JAM YOU GETTING PUNCHED IN YA FUCKING FACE U FUCKING PUSSY!!!!!!!! I PROMISE U NIGGA!!!!!!
"NAHHH, That's All Good Nicki, cuz when I see dat PUSSY ASS NIGGA, IMA FUCK HIS ASS UP!"
"Safaree SHUT THE FUCK UP. You not finna do shit." She knew when he got this ignorant, he barked onto crazy levels. It was almost impossible for her to get him to calm down. He just had a bad temper.
"You think I'm PLAYIN??? FUCK DAT, He finna get his when I catch his ass THERE!" Nicki charged him up and pointed a finger in his face.
"If you don't shut the fuck up and chill the fuck out, Safaree I fucking swear to GOD...."
He moved from by her and plopped back down at the laptop, still livid. He DM'd his niggas at Fly Genius and The Vaks. He wanted them to stop by the telly.
Nicki took T's phone to call Wayne and Baby to see where they was.
"Yo Nic, You good baby?"
"You know what, I'm fine. I mean just the fact that you know they let the nigga go up there with that BULLSHIT is just so disrespectful. I don't understand....I'm YOUR guest, and you blatantly disrespect ME in front thousands of people. It's fucked up!"
"And I told dat nigga I ain't want no funny business cuz you know how da nigga act. Nah, my artists are coming to perform for yo muhfuckin show and you sittin here callin'em fake. But. I mean with all these artists you got on yo set, If you want to, you can still go on with ya show. I aint tryna fuck up nothin you had planned, cuz real talk I would loved to be apart of this shit. Naaahm'sayin?"
"And here's the thing. I spent weeks and weeks trying to prepare this shit, Wayne and they KNOW...that EYE'M a headlining artist, HEADLINING THEIR SUMMER JAM. But don't sit there and let the shit slide, y'know?"
"So what you gon do now?"
"I really just wanna kill this shit so it can be over because to be honest, I'm not here to pick and fight and argue with NO ONE. I know for sure this'll be my LAST year EVER doing their shit again. Like WHYYYY it gotta be me?" she shook her head.
"To be honest, If I were you I'd say fuck them niggas. Fuck this show. Cuz if it were me, I wouldn't even step foot on dat muhfuckin stage, you feel me? But since this is yo show, you can eitha kill dat shit or just say fuck it." he shrugged.
"Well Ima email Gee and see what's up. Call you back."
"Aight."
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"Nic they lookin for you in your dressing room." Manny looked down at his phone.
"In my dressing room? Who?"
"Iono, it's like a whole lot of people looking for you in your dressing room. Guess tryna see where you at."
She sighed deeply, trying to contain her composure. "Lemme see what's going on."
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Terrence logged onto twitter, hearing that Flex and 'Bubbles' had been poppin mad shit. He saw that some slick shit was being said on her twitter page. He had to go back and remind Team Minaj— whom was effortlessly dragging and fighting back—that she was still old and irrelevant.
@HairByTerrence: Bitch pleez NEW AGE history is about to be made not ANCIENT History! Say what u want the QUEEN will be in the building SHUTTIN down!
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"Hello?"
"Nic we not gon do it."
"We canceling?"
"Yeah. Young Money not gettin on they stage. Fuck all'em niggas. Trust me, we'll have somethin better to make this up. Don't worry. I'm sorry dat this shit had to happen but we'll figure somethin out sooner."
"Okay....I respect your decision. And right now I really don't even wanna fuck with nobody there."
"Baby said is it okay if yall wanna do the party thing at that restaurant?"
"Suree! I'd love to!!!! Lemme see if Fox and Cam nem still wanna go."
"Aight."
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@LilTunechi: young money not doin summa jam
Safaree still didn't even bother cutting off the stream. Flex was on stage and now poppin mad shit about Nicki and how Wayne had just pulled her out of the show. They overheard what he was saying and he kept going.
@NICKIMINAJ: Tell Edub to hit up Wayne. Im at da telly
She went to email Flex, wondering why was it necessary to egg on the situation onstage instead of calling her directly.
Nicki: ?????????????
Flex: How could you fo that to us, Nicki?????
Nicki: EYE did something to you???? If you have a problem with WAYNE pulling Young Money out of Summer Jam, you hit HIM up.
Flex: Nah, Nicki thats fucked up, cuz this was YOUR show!
Nicki: But u thought it was okay to go up there and disrespect me, Flex?!
Flex: U thought it was cool to let a nigga dat aint even IN the show, pull u out??????
Nicki: Whatever, Flex. BYE.
@NICKIMINAJ: Not blak but on blak radio dissin blak women > RT @JAE_MILLZ: Radio personality with NO personality... fuck nigga!!! & u ain't even black...
"This is ridiculous! Had this bitch nigga not have said what he said...AND GOT AWAY WITH IT, I'd be on stage tonight. But you know what? I'm not about to let these niggas ruin my time here so we finna make the best of it!"
@NICKIMINAJ: Feels good to be home!!!!!!!!
"Hey Wayne tell the team we hittin up that Jamaican spot in Brooklyn. Tell everybody to meet up there and I'll see yall soon."
"Sound cool....aight."
She put the phone down and took a deep breath. She went to prepare to see everybody at the restaurant instead of Summer Jam.
@BIRDMAN5STAR: Real niggaz do Real thangs We tha Realest.We tha busine$$ Playin kan getu Fuckup.YMCMB
Manny took calls to let everyone know what was up and where to meet. Before Nic climbed into the shower she thought it would be respectful to go back and thank the previous shows for their love and respect.
@NICKIMINAJ: I'd like to thank the staff @ philly & boston summer jams for treating their guests w/ respect! Had a blast.
She would then carry on to her shower.
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Another email had came in and she figured it was either Flex or someone from Hot97. She rolled her eyes and went back to pick up T's phone she had been using.
The email address didn't look familiar to her but she opened the message anyway.
:You wanna play that game. Keep fuckin with it bitch. Watch your back.
Nicki: Who the fuck are you???
They didn't reply back. Nicki shook her head and grabbed her shades, red jacket and her purse before they all headed out the hotel and on their way to Brooklyn.
In the car, on twitter, The barbz were just as upset as she still was about Summer Jam. Some not understanding and some just confused.
@NICKIMINAJ: Camron,2chainz,Nas,LaurynHill,BeenieMan,FoxyBrown,LilWayne,Birdman,Tyga,JaeMillz,GuddaGudda
The barbz spazzed at what they were gonna sadly not see that night. History was definitely gonna be made until it was cut short by disrespect. But all in all, Nicki moved the night along and would have fun with her real friends and family.
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It was 10:45pm and she walked in with her team to see a whole bunch of niggas with 'Roman Reloaded' on the front of their black shirts and 'Nicki Minaj' on the back. A smile grew wide across her face as they all greeted her with open arms. She saw her YM team chillin with their friends and a room full of West Indies. A waiter retrieved them a seat at a table along the wall of others sitting against it. Then they ordered drinks.
20 minutes later, Cam, Fox, Beenie and Spragga walked in and to her table greeting her. She couldn't have been more surprised and estatic that they showed up to support her.
"OMG Hiiiii!!!!!" she hugged them one by one.
The 4 sat down by her and talked.
"Look who I caught walking in to come and surprise you too..." Cam looked around the room to find them.
Nicki turned to her left and saw her best friends Candi and Lauren approaching her table. Her face lit up even more when she saw them.
"What The! You guys cameeeee!!!"
"DUH GIRL! You know we had to come see about our girl!" Candi said hugging her.
They all greeted Foxy nem and sat at the next table next to Nic.
"So They up there trippin? What happen?" Foxy asked.
"Roseberg went up there basically sayin I wasn't real hip hop. Thinking he had a clue I was gonna do one of my pop songs." she shrugged. "Niggas runnin their mouth and not knowing what the fucks going on."
"Thats messed up dawg." Cam shook his head.
"Yeah."
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It was 12am and Now Nicki was feeling really good. She had about 2 margaritas already and was now taking pictures with everybody.
@NICKIMINAJ: Foxy cam'ron beenie and spragga benz in here gettin bent w/us. We 200 deep. Dancehall on blast!!!!
"Yo Nic you got Instagram? We can put them pics on there." Camron pointed to the phone in her hand.
She looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Uhh...NO. Fuck I need an instagram for??? I got nosy fans and they like to see EVVVVERTING."
"Oh word, 5???? Guess you aint down with crew huh? Everybody in here got instagrams BUT you!"
"Ohhhh so now I need an instagram to be down?? Cam PLS." she laughed and pushed her hair out her face.
@NICKIMINAJ: Da fact that cam is readin me for not havin instagram.... *orders another round* niggaz got mad jokes. Oh????
"Naah I'm just sayin you need one!"
"Whatever Cam."
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Beenie and Spragga were about to head out as it was nearing 1:30am. Everyone had eaten and had drinks. Beenie and Spragga were talking to some old friends that they knew back then.
"Ayo Neeki you love the food?"
"It was delicious! Deeeeelicious!"
"You guys ready to head out?" she glanced at Safaree then to her friends.
"Yeah let's go."
The crew prepared there things and got up to say their goodbyes to everyone. There were two guys sitting at the bar eyeing Nicki. They were exchanging words and looking at her. As Nic was glancing around the room, she caught eyes with them. The two guys got up and left out.
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"Bye you guys!" she waved to Foxy, Cam, Beenie and Spragga leaving.
Outside, waited alot of niggas waiting for their cars to pull up.
"Manny where are our cars?"
"The bodyguards know where they are. Who's riding with you?"
"I am." Candi said.
"Okay we'll be there shortly."
Nicki and Candi walked off and found two men dressed in black suits. She figured they were the bodyguards. The men escorted them to the Black 'Lac car and they got in the backseat.
Before the guy could close the door, Candi stuck her foot out.
"Wait! Wait wait, Hold on, Nic. I forgot my purse! Lauren got it."
"Oh god, hurry up so we can go!"
Candi jumped out the car and ran around the corner of the restaurant building. From behind she heard a loud skid of tires pull off. It startled her as she turned around to see the car with Nicki in it speed off down the street. Her eyes got big and her heart sank.
"NICKI!!!!!!!"
There was no use in trying to chase the car out so she ran towards the crowd of people searching for Safaree or Manny. Candi was now at a panic, not knowing what to do in the moment.
"Excuse me! 'Scuse me! Sorry. Move please!" she squeezed her way through the crowd and ran into the back side of Safaree's tall frame.
He frowned and turned around to see who ran into him.
"SAFAREE! SA-THEY GOT HER!! THEY GOT HER!!!! IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!"
He grabbed her shoulders trying to calm her down. "WHAT! Wait, Candi who took her????"
"I dont know the two bodyguards who who who-, But now she's gone!!!"
"Which way did they go?!"
"I came from-from that way! Like around the corner and-"
"Wait what happen???" Lauren tapped Safaree on his shoulder and saw Candi crying.
"Cand just said someone got Nic!"
"WHY ARE YOU GUYS STANDING HERE GO AFTER THEM!!!!"
"I DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY WENT!!! THEY JUST TOOK OFF WITH HER!" Tears poured down Candi's face.
The niggas surrounding them with the 'Roman Reloaded' shirts heard what had happened and started jumping on phones calling people and for back-up.
Lauren, Safaree, Candi, T and Manny took off running around the corner where she got kidnapped.
"OH MY GOD! SHE CAN BE ANYWHERE NOW!"
Safaree tried his best to keep calm and stay strong. A buzz of loud sirens rushed passed them as police cars were on the search for Nicki around the area. They all piled into two black cars and did the same thing.
To Be Continued.
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Today was the day that would possibly go down in hip hop history for Nicki in New York. The final radio show in the US and really the most anticipated. Nicki and her team arrived to New York the next morning preparing for a night to remember. She prayed constantly in her head, her day would go as planned.
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"Damn they just now puttin this shit together?"
"I know right. Tuh."
"So who all supposed to be coming?" Karen's friend asked as she smacked her gum loudly.
"Umm....Tyga, 2Chainz, Jeezy, Bob, Uhh..Big Seeeaaaan, and I heard Nicki's set is gonna be poppin." Karen continued to walk nodding her head.
"NICKI?" her friend's face lit up. She raised in eyebrow.
"Yup." Karen adjusted her snapback and smiled.
"Hmm." her friend smirked and rolled her eyes as they stepped onto one of the Summer Jam stages.
They wandered across the stage and observed the view of the grassy area where the big crowd was gonna pile into in a couple of hours. Karen turned around to see what was on the headlining stage.
"Awwww Shit!"
"What girl?!" Karen's friend turned around and saw Karen walking up to Nicki's Stage set. Her eyes widened at the stage knowing exactly who it was for.
"Oooooo. We should take pictures on it!"
"You want to?" Karen gave her an evil smirk.
She pulled out her phone and ran up the stairs to the top of the stage set and began dancing. Her friend walked up laughing.
"Girl you is stupid!"
"Shiiiiiit. I can do this shit better than her! Karen Minaj in this hoooooeee!" she busted out into another dance.
"She prolly gon bust up on here doin ha, 'Boy you got my heartbeat running awaaaaaay!' all that white girl shit!" Her friend imitated Nicki in a disrepectful manner as Karen busted out into a fit of giggles.
"Come on lets take these pics!" Karen gave her friend the phone and posed on top of Nicki's stage.
"Okay. Now let's get one together, do a bad bitch pose!"
They had a stage worker to take their picture and they got off Nic's stage laughing.
"Yooooo yoo I dare you to put that shit on twitter and see what that bitch say!" Her friend insisted.
"And if I do what she gon do? Girl bye. WATCH."
Karen tweeted the picture of them on her stage and captioned,
"Welllll I guess @NICKIMINAJ isn't here so I'll take her spot lol"
Her and her friend laughed and walked on to backstage to finish their tour through the show.
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Nicki was now at a New York hotel on the phone with Camron talking about the plans for the show.
"Oh look, Nic they got a live stream for the show. Guess we can watch the other shit before we get there." Safaree pulled up the link on the macbook. He opened a tab for his twitter account to see if the barbz were ready also.
After she hung up with Cam. She had Manny to call the others up. Nic walked over in the other room to SB and sat on his lap. She logged onto her account and was about to tweet her barbz until she noticed a picture they kept retweeting down her timeline. All she saw was her @ name and everyone seemed to be upset. She furrowed her eyebrows and frowned before going to click on the link.
@KarenCivil: Welllll I guess @NICKIMINAJ isn't here so I'll take her spot lol
Nicki gasped and automatically snapped. "WHAT THE."
"What Nic?" Safaree played with his chain.
"Who let these bitches up on my stage?!?!" she leaned over a bit so he could see the picture.
"Yo What the fuck?"
He took a double look at the picture and observed the other girl. She almost resembled a familiar face. He leaned in closer to see upclose but Nic clicked off the picture to tweet.
[Shit!]
"UGHHH, PLEASEEEE don't try me TO. DAY. I got too much shit to worry about! Look look, they HOPING I say some mean ass shit." she pointed chuckling at her Barbz go off.
"Lemme just..." she scrolled over to new tweet and hashtagged her first one.
@NICKIMINAJ: #daFuqOffmyStageAssholes
Her barbz flooded her timeline, crying and RTing her. She giggled at their rowdiness. Lowkey, she was really pissed off.
@NICKIMINAJ: #FallnbussYaheadOpengonBelookinToSue
They were still at it down her timeline. She was actually finding the subtweets quite funny and really didn't care. So she did it again.
@NICKIMINAJ: #YaStupidDisrespectfulFucks
After she tweeted that, she got up and asked for T's phone.
"What they did, Nic?" he handed it to her.
"Dem bitches sittin up there playing up on my gyatdamn stage like its a muthafuckin toy, NO!"
"Who???" Terrence was in the corner curling Nicki's wigs.
"That chick Mack & Wayne signed," she waved it off trying to remember who she was. "Umm, Karen something. She does like a blog or some shit."
"Karen Civil?"
"Ha and some otha bitch. Shit. I wanna know WHYYYY the fuck they got MY shit out on stage right now and lettin people come play on it! I paid too much for that fuckin stage."
"Oh hell no. They betta hope niggas ain't gotta clown when WE get there."
"Tuh, They play all the fuck they want. Don't be cryin when yo ass humpty dump right off that muhfuckin stage." Nicki tilted her head and walked to her bed and called the production crew.
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@NICKIMINAJ: #PraiseGod
Nicki went back on twitter, to recollect herself and noticed Karen had deleted the picture. She rolled her eyes and continued to talk to her barbz.
@NICKIMINAJ: History will be made @ Hot97 Summer Jam tonight. I really hope you're there to witness it.
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At around 5pm, Nicki was now getting ready to head to the venue to meet everyone there and to prepare for the show.
Safaree still had the stream up and running while they kept busy around the hotel room, packing things.
The room was merely quiet when he noticed a white guy walking onto the stage.
"Make some fuckin noise if you ready for Summer Jam tonight."
The crowd cheered.
"Putcha muthafuckin hands in the air if you ready to here some Big Sean......Nas."
The crowd cheered again.
"Putcha muthafuckin hands up if you support REAL HIP HOP. Not all the Starships shit. We know that shit aint REAL hip hop. Niggas here for the REAL SHIT."
Terrence head snapped towards Safaree and Nicki's neck snapped up looking at them both.
"What the fuck did he just say????" Safaree approached the laptop.
She sat with her legs crossed, and her jaw hanging.
"Wait....Did I just...."
"Man WHAT THE FUCK."
Nic slightly chuckled and shook her head looking down, hoping she heard the dude correctly.
"Waaaaaaiiiitttt.....Waaaaaiiiitttt....Waaaaiiittt....I knooooowwwwww this nigga aint just try to cawl me out. I KNOOOOOWWWW he did not just say dat shit in front of all them people. They REALLY trying me today huh??? Like REALLY....Oh my GOOOOODDDDD."
"These bitches aint gon nevah learn."
Manny heard Nicki going off and walked in the room. "Yo what happened?"
"One of the DJs at Hot97 just said some disrespectful shit bout Nic." T said.
"These muhfuckas wanna TRY me TODAAAAAY tho! Like. Seriously?! Who said that shit? Who da fuck just said that shit?!" she pounded her fists in her hand.
"TM said Peter Rosenberg just said that shit. First of all, who the fuck told him to get on stage. SECOND, that nigga fuckin WHITE. Fuck HE think he KNOW about 'REAL FUCKIN HIP HOP'?! Nigga you just fuckin DJ at Hot97. That's some FUC-"
"He had the NERVE to say MY shit ain't 'REAL Hip Hop'! Like WHO da fuck said I was even gonna fuckin do my pop songs tonight?! I'm in my fuckin HOMETOWN! Who-WHAT THE FUCK I LOOK LIKE PERFORMING MY POP SONGS FOR A CITY WHO GREW UP ON HIP HOP?! Where's the fucking LOGIC?! Fuck outta here! I wouldn't do that to New York! They don't even KNOW what I got planned for my set anyway!"
@SCAFFBEEZY: YOOO PETER ROSENBURG WHEN I COME TO SUMMA JAM YOU GETTING PUNCHED IN YA FUCKING FACE U FUCKING PUSSY!!!!!!!! I PROMISE U NIGGA!!!!!!
"NAHHH, That's All Good Nicki, cuz when I see dat PUSSY ASS NIGGA, IMA FUCK HIS ASS UP!"
"Safaree SHUT THE FUCK UP. You not finna do shit." She knew when he got this ignorant, he barked onto crazy levels. It was almost impossible for her to get him to calm down. He just had a bad temper.
"You think I'm PLAYIN??? FUCK DAT, He finna get his when I catch his ass THERE!" Nicki charged him up and pointed a finger in his face.
"If you don't shut the fuck up and chill the fuck out, Safaree I fucking swear to GOD...."
He moved from by her and plopped back down at the laptop, still livid. He DM'd his niggas at Fly Genius and The Vaks. He wanted them to stop by the telly.
Nicki took T's phone to call Wayne and Baby to see where they was.
"Yo Nic, You good baby?"
"You know what, I'm fine. I mean just the fact that you know they let the nigga go up there with that BULLSHIT is just so disrespectful. I don't understand....I'm YOUR guest, and you blatantly disrespect ME in front thousands of people. It's fucked up!"
"And I told dat nigga I ain't want no funny business cuz you know how da nigga act. Nah, my artists are coming to perform for yo muhfuckin show and you sittin here callin'em fake. But. I mean with all these artists you got on yo set, If you want to, you can still go on with ya show. I aint tryna fuck up nothin you had planned, cuz real talk I would loved to be apart of this shit. Naaahm'sayin?"
"And here's the thing. I spent weeks and weeks trying to prepare this shit, Wayne and they KNOW...that EYE'M a headlining artist, HEADLINING THEIR SUMMER JAM. But don't sit there and let the shit slide, y'know?"
"So what you gon do now?"
"I really just wanna kill this shit so it can be over because to be honest, I'm not here to pick and fight and argue with NO ONE. I know for sure this'll be my LAST year EVER doing their shit again. Like WHYYYY it gotta be me?" she shook her head.
"To be honest, If I were you I'd say fuck them niggas. Fuck this show. Cuz if it were me, I wouldn't even step foot on dat muhfuckin stage, you feel me? But since this is yo show, you can eitha kill dat shit or just say fuck it." he shrugged.
"Well Ima email Gee and see what's up. Call you back."
"Aight."
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"Nic they lookin for you in your dressing room." Manny looked down at his phone.
"In my dressing room? Who?"
"Iono, it's like a whole lot of people looking for you in your dressing room. Guess tryna see where you at."
She sighed deeply, trying to contain her composure. "Lemme see what's going on."
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Terrence logged onto twitter, hearing that Flex and 'Bubbles' had been poppin mad shit. He saw that some slick shit was being said on her twitter page. He had to go back and remind Team Minaj— whom was effortlessly dragging and fighting back—that she was still old and irrelevant.
@HairByTerrence: Bitch pleez NEW AGE history is about to be made not ANCIENT History! Say what u want the QUEEN will be in the building SHUTTIN down!
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"Hello?"
"Nic we not gon do it."
"We canceling?"
"Yeah. Young Money not gettin on they stage. Fuck all'em niggas. Trust me, we'll have somethin better to make this up. Don't worry. I'm sorry dat this shit had to happen but we'll figure somethin out sooner."
"Okay....I respect your decision. And right now I really don't even wanna fuck with nobody there."
"Baby said is it okay if yall wanna do the party thing at that restaurant?"
"Suree! I'd love to!!!! Lemme see if Fox and Cam nem still wanna go."
"Aight."
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@LilTunechi: young money not doin summa jam
Safaree still didn't even bother cutting off the stream. Flex was on stage and now poppin mad shit about Nicki and how Wayne had just pulled her out of the show. They overheard what he was saying and he kept going.
@NICKIMINAJ: Tell Edub to hit up Wayne. Im at da telly
She went to email Flex, wondering why was it necessary to egg on the situation onstage instead of calling her directly.
Nicki: ?????????????
Flex: How could you fo that to us, Nicki?????
Nicki: EYE did something to you???? If you have a problem with WAYNE pulling Young Money out of Summer Jam, you hit HIM up.
Flex: Nah, Nicki thats fucked up, cuz this was YOUR show!
Nicki: But u thought it was okay to go up there and disrespect me, Flex?!
Flex: U thought it was cool to let a nigga dat aint even IN the show, pull u out??????
Nicki: Whatever, Flex. BYE.
@NICKIMINAJ: Not blak but on blak radio dissin blak women > RT @JAE_MILLZ: Radio personality with NO personality... fuck nigga!!! & u ain't even black...
"This is ridiculous! Had this bitch nigga not have said what he said...AND GOT AWAY WITH IT, I'd be on stage tonight. But you know what? I'm not about to let these niggas ruin my time here so we finna make the best of it!"
@NICKIMINAJ: Feels good to be home!!!!!!!!
"Hey Wayne tell the team we hittin up that Jamaican spot in Brooklyn. Tell everybody to meet up there and I'll see yall soon."
"Sound cool....aight."
She put the phone down and took a deep breath. She went to prepare to see everybody at the restaurant instead of Summer Jam.
@BIRDMAN5STAR: Real niggaz do Real thangs We tha Realest.We tha busine$$ Playin kan getu Fuckup.YMCMB
Manny took calls to let everyone know what was up and where to meet. Before Nic climbed into the shower she thought it would be respectful to go back and thank the previous shows for their love and respect.
@NICKIMINAJ: I'd like to thank the staff @ philly & boston summer jams for treating their guests w/ respect! Had a blast.
She would then carry on to her shower.
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Another email had came in and she figured it was either Flex or someone from Hot97. She rolled her eyes and went back to pick up T's phone she had been using.
The email address didn't look familiar to her but she opened the message anyway.
:You wanna play that game. Keep fuckin with it bitch. Watch your back.
Nicki: Who the fuck are you???
They didn't reply back. Nicki shook her head and grabbed her shades, red jacket and her purse before they all headed out the hotel and on their way to Brooklyn.
In the car, on twitter, The barbz were just as upset as she still was about Summer Jam. Some not understanding and some just confused.
@NICKIMINAJ: Camron,2chainz,Nas,LaurynHill,BeenieMan,FoxyBrown,LilWayne,Birdman,Tyga,JaeMillz,GuddaGudda
The barbz spazzed at what they were gonna sadly not see that night. History was definitely gonna be made until it was cut short by disrespect. But all in all, Nicki moved the night along and would have fun with her real friends and family.
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It was 10:45pm and she walked in with her team to see a whole bunch of niggas with 'Roman Reloaded' on the front of their black shirts and 'Nicki Minaj' on the back. A smile grew wide across her face as they all greeted her with open arms. She saw her YM team chillin with their friends and a room full of West Indies. A waiter retrieved them a seat at a table along the wall of others sitting against it. Then they ordered drinks.
20 minutes later, Cam, Fox, Beenie and Spragga walked in and to her table greeting her. She couldn't have been more surprised and estatic that they showed up to support her.
"OMG Hiiiii!!!!!" she hugged them one by one.
The 4 sat down by her and talked.
"Look who I caught walking in to come and surprise you too..." Cam looked around the room to find them.
Nicki turned to her left and saw her best friends Candi and Lauren approaching her table. Her face lit up even more when she saw them.
"What The! You guys cameeeee!!!"
"DUH GIRL! You know we had to come see about our girl!" Candi said hugging her.
They all greeted Foxy nem and sat at the next table next to Nic.
"So They up there trippin? What happen?" Foxy asked.
"Roseberg went up there basically sayin I wasn't real hip hop. Thinking he had a clue I was gonna do one of my pop songs." she shrugged. "Niggas runnin their mouth and not knowing what the fucks going on."
"Thats messed up dawg." Cam shook his head.
"Yeah."
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It was 12am and Now Nicki was feeling really good. She had about 2 margaritas already and was now taking pictures with everybody.
@NICKIMINAJ: Foxy cam'ron beenie and spragga benz in here gettin bent w/us. We 200 deep. Dancehall on blast!!!!
"Yo Nic you got Instagram? We can put them pics on there." Camron pointed to the phone in her hand.
She looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Uhh...NO. Fuck I need an instagram for??? I got nosy fans and they like to see EVVVVERTING."
"Oh word, 5???? Guess you aint down with crew huh? Everybody in here got instagrams BUT you!"
"Ohhhh so now I need an instagram to be down?? Cam PLS." she laughed and pushed her hair out her face.
@NICKIMINAJ: Da fact that cam is readin me for not havin instagram.... *orders another round* niggaz got mad jokes. Oh????
"Naah I'm just sayin you need one!"
"Whatever Cam."
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Beenie and Spragga were about to head out as it was nearing 1:30am. Everyone had eaten and had drinks. Beenie and Spragga were talking to some old friends that they knew back then.
"Ayo Neeki you love the food?"
"It was delicious! Deeeeelicious!"
"You guys ready to head out?" she glanced at Safaree then to her friends.
"Yeah let's go."
The crew prepared there things and got up to say their goodbyes to everyone. There were two guys sitting at the bar eyeing Nicki. They were exchanging words and looking at her. As Nic was glancing around the room, she caught eyes with them. The two guys got up and left out.
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"Bye you guys!" she waved to Foxy, Cam, Beenie and Spragga leaving.
Outside, waited alot of niggas waiting for their cars to pull up.
"Manny where are our cars?"
"The bodyguards know where they are. Who's riding with you?"
"I am." Candi said.
"Okay we'll be there shortly."
Nicki and Candi walked off and found two men dressed in black suits. She figured they were the bodyguards. The men escorted them to the Black 'Lac car and they got in the backseat.
Before the guy could close the door, Candi stuck her foot out.
"Wait! Wait wait, Hold on, Nic. I forgot my purse! Lauren got it."
"Oh god, hurry up so we can go!"
Candi jumped out the car and ran around the corner of the restaurant building. From behind she heard a loud skid of tires pull off. It startled her as she turned around to see the car with Nicki in it speed off down the street. Her eyes got big and her heart sank.
"NICKI!!!!!!!"
There was no use in trying to chase the car out so she ran towards the crowd of people searching for Safaree or Manny. Candi was now at a panic, not knowing what to do in the moment.
"Excuse me! 'Scuse me! Sorry. Move please!" she squeezed her way through the crowd and ran into the back side of Safaree's tall frame.
He frowned and turned around to see who ran into him.
"SAFAREE! SA-THEY GOT HER!! THEY GOT HER!!!! IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!"
He grabbed her shoulders trying to calm her down. "WHAT! Wait, Candi who took her????"
"I dont know the two bodyguards who who who-, But now she's gone!!!"
"Which way did they go?!"
"I came from-from that way! Like around the corner and-"
"Wait what happen???" Lauren tapped Safaree on his shoulder and saw Candi crying.
"Cand just said someone got Nic!"
"WHY ARE YOU GUYS STANDING HERE GO AFTER THEM!!!!"
"I DON'T KNOW WHERE THEY WENT!!! THEY JUST TOOK OFF WITH HER!" Tears poured down Candi's face.
The niggas surrounding them with the 'Roman Reloaded' shirts heard what had happened and started jumping on phones calling people and for back-up.
Lauren, Safaree, Candi, T and Manny took off running around the corner where she got kidnapped.
"OH MY GOD! SHE CAN BE ANYWHERE NOW!"
Safaree tried his best to keep calm and stay strong. A buzz of loud sirens rushed passed them as police cars were on the search for Nicki around the area. They all piled into two black cars and did the same thing.
To Be Continued.
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Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Chapter 25
"What...? Nicki what happened? Safaree what's..." T looked between both SB and Nic.
Safaree grabbed Nic by her wrist and rushed with her out to the back where no one was.
They checked to make sure they were the only ones. Nic began to ponder in the little small area they had around them.
"This shit is craaazy yo. I just can't go on like this." her hands rested on her temples.
"Look Nic, I-I dont know what the hell is actually happenin but this shit is getting hectic. Th-they've been after me too now and trust me, they won't stop until they get what they want."
"That's the thing right there! Like what do they even want with us, Safaree!?"
"I'm really not sure yet but I think if we figure this shit out together, we can stop them."
A gloss came over her eyes as she looked into his, reading his face.
"What do we do?"
He checked his phone as the time was nearing 11pm. They had a flight to catch in 30 minutes.
"Well first we need to get the hell out of here and hurry up and catch the G5."
"Safareeeee." she whined. Nic was feeling uncomfortable and really wanted to come up with a plan at the moment before they began making any more moves.
From the corner of his eye he caught a figure move quickly behind a black car. He leaned to the side to capture a better glance of what it was. Sharp nerves jolted through his skin.
"What..." She glanced behind her before searching his face for answers. "SAFAREE WHAT?!"
He tightly gripped Nicki's shoulders and looked down at her.
"Look. We'll talk everything out when we get on the plane. Trust me. But right now we HAVE to hurry up and get up out of here!"
"But-"
He pulled her along and came back inside to her dressing room. T, Manny and Joyce stood frantically looking between the two.
"Manny is the car ready?" Nic said, grabbing her jacket.
"Uhh..Yeah it's right outside."
"Good. You guys got everything?"
T and Joyce nodded, picking up their bags and placing them on their shoulders.
"Great. Now let's go." Safaree frantically said.
They all grabbed their things and rushed out into the cars.
"Oh shoot. My things are at the telly!" she turned around to look out the back window.
"Nic. Nic. We gotta catch the plane. I'll tell Manny to go back and grab everything."
"What if he forgets something and misses the flight??? I need my stuff!" She went to her phone.
Safaree turned to look out his side of the window and suddenly spotted the same chick. She had made it to Philly by herself to come and once again surprise Safaree. This time, she brung the gun with her.
[OH SHIT]
His eyes grew wide at her standing from a distance with the gun slowing aiming his direction.
"NO! Look, Manny can make it. We-We gotta go." he repeated himself to the driver. "LET'S GO!"
The driver quickly sped off as the other two cars followed behind them.
SB glared out the window to see if the girl was still there but she disappeared.
[How she keep finding me???]
"Manny! Manny I really need you to make a left and go back to the telly to grab my things, please!"
"You have alot?"
"No, just a few small bags."
"Okay."
"Quickly, Manny."
"Alright, Nic. See you at the G."
"Okay. Bye."
Putting the phone back into her purse she took a deep breath, trying to stop worrying so much. They were at a stop light.
"Safaree."
"Hm?"
"I'm......sorry."
"For what?"
"For being so stubborn."
He sighed. "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Blame yourself. If I would've listened to you in the first place, we wouldn't be in this bullshit."
"Safa-"
"No, Nic. It's all good...This what I get. I've been such a dumbass not believin whatchu was tellin me. Now I'm seein the shit for myself." he rolled his eyes.
She lowered her head in silence and adjusted back on her side looking down at her nails.
He took a deep breath, staring out at the streets and thought about how he was gonna explain everything to Nic on the plane.
---
They were now on the plane and 5 minutes til take off to Boston. Manny made it just in time with all of Nic's things. Everyone was now settled in and quiet.
They were in the very back alone sitting across from each other. Nic sat and played with the string of her hoodie, feeling awkward waiting on him to speak first. He was contemplating on what he wanted to say first so it wouldn't come out wrong. Then he finally spoke up.
"How can I expl-"
"HOW about we start with why you began to doubt me." She cut him off.
"With what? The-"
"Pleeease just answer the question, Faree." she slowly closed her eyes and shook her head as it rested against the seat.
"Well...REALLY, kinda after you told me how you started seein these people staring at you."
"I'm pretty sure I was hallucinating...." she slightly chuckled.
"I figured. But then I was beginning to believe it was a cop out. None of it was making sense until..."
"Until what, Safaree?"
"The....Drake thing."
"I knew it."
"I me-"
"That's what's been bothering the fuck outta you, huh?"
"Nic,"
"You really BELIEVED that I actually LIED about the crazy people I saw, only because YOU didn't see the shit for yourself, right? Like EYE pretended to not know who was calling me unknown. But YOU thought I did because YOU believed it was Drake the whole time. Oh and those texts and the REAL reason why I hid them from you, was because I already knew how you would react with that awful of a temper you carry. You act like a fucking dumbass sometimes."
"I d-"
"ANDDD Who did you think was behind those messages???" her nose flared.
"................."
"EXACTLY."
"ALRIGHT! I get it. I was wrong and you were right."
Her body adjusted back straight up in her seat as she looked away from him. It was silent.
"But then I believe I was becoming curious when SOMEONE jumped around the question of what happened after that date..."
Nicki's head flew back to him.
"You wanna know what happened after that muthafuckin date?! Why I didn't I return home that night?! HMM?!"
"YEAH, NICKI. I REALLY DO." he sat up in his chair to raise his voice at her.
"I got DRUNK, Safaree. OKAY?! He didn't want me to drive home like I was so he drove us to his place."
"And I suppose nothing else happened, right?"
"Are you fucking serious right now?! You KNOW me better than that!"
"Onika, don't fuckin sit here and lie to me!"
They heard a loud shush come from Terrence in the front. They were being too loud and had to bring their argument to a whisper.
"Let it go, Safaree!" she whispered loudly.
"Aight. BET." he turned his body the opposite way in his seat.
There was an awkward silence.
"You don't know how I'm feeling inside. Everything has been a living hell ever since that accident."
He took a deep breath and calmed down. ".......You know we're never gonna get anything solved if we keep yelling at each other."
She was silent again.
"We can actually work together to figure this shit out if we listen to each other and stop being so damn stubborn."
"....................I just want them to leave us alone." she crossed her arms.
"I can only help you if you help me....."
There was a long silence again.
"So you know the girl who caught me back in Adelaide?"
"........................."
"Well she followed me to my apartment and almost killed me."
"When?"
"Earlier today."
"What happened???"
"Bitch popped up at my crib and pulled the glock out on me. I was trying to escape her. She begged to come to Philly with me."
"Wow."
"Bitch is crazy."
"Well I got a very unusual voicemail a couple days ago...."
"Of what?"
"Of some guys talking. I couldn't really hear what they were saying but...all I heard at the end was something about them needing to do something."
"Wait...did they say any names?"
"No. I just heard a bunch of yelling and these...deep voices. One guy was like 'Yo you still on the phone with her?' guessing they were referring to........me. The voices didn't even sound familiar."
"Wait..Wait...have you noticed something?"
"What..?"
"Black...bla.." Safaree was repeating the word to himself deeply trying think of what it meant.
"Black? Black what? What are you talking about?"
"Wait, have you noticed some people wearing all black lately??"
"Safaree, EVERYBODY in this industry wears all black! It's new shit. How am I supposed to know any different from these people???" she rolled her eyes.
"Nooooo Nic, you're not gettin it. The crazy bitch that followed me, she wore all black..."
"Ummm...Ohhh...kaaay.." she chuckled.
"No No," he threw his hands over his face. "Ok. Have you noticed anyone STRANGE...wearing all black???"
Nicki bit the side of her lip and really tried to remember.
"Umm...just..the girl I saw outside my window that night....and this weird guy who snuck to me and Drake's table that night....That's who all I can think of right."
"And....Eric, Wait...ERIC."
"Who?"
"NICKI, did any of them wear a gold herringbone with a small infinity piece on it?!"
"Uhhh...Well..I-I.." She shut her eyes tightly and thought back to seeing those very strangers right before, remembering if she noticed any chains attached around them.
"I don't..."
"Come onnnn, Nic!"
"I don't remember!" Nic threw her arms in the air, giving up.
"OH SHIT. That nigga Eric had one on JUST like the crazy bitch did!
"Wha- Who the hell is Eric???"
"Nicki, Eric was the nigga that came up to me this morning! He was apart of a gang my crew was beefin with long time ago back when I used to do that shit."
"How'd he find you???"
"Who knows. Look but I ain't seen the nigga since then and I bet his bitch ass up to something."
It clicked in Nicki's head now.
She gasped and tapped his arm. "SAFAREE! M-Mmaybe he's affiliated with the same gang as the guy, Detroit!"
"Detroit?"
"Yes! The guy I told you caused the plane crash and killed himself tryna get me!
"Oh shit."
"And The two guys who waited for me at the after party at Rozay's crib...." she pointed her finger, recalling the night.
His jaw dropped as he pieced two and two together.
"Oh my god, Safaree," she gasped. "They're out for revenge!!!"
"Niggas must want something from us.."
"This can't be real liiiiiiife yo. What the fuck!!!!" her fist banged against the cup holder next to the window.
"Yo Nic we gotta stop this shit before niggas go any further..."
Nicki sat up and contemplated on a clever plan to rid these forbidden people for good.
"Wait. Lemme see your phones." she stuck her hand out waiting.
"For what?"
"Just give them to me!"
He dug from his pockets to hand her his phones. She received them and turned them off, took the battery out of them and placed them in her purse. Nic did the same thing to her phones.
"Whatchu do that for? How we gon keep in touch with everybody?"
"Manny has a phone. So does T and Joyce. We're good."
"But..."
"LOOK. Its the only way they will stop blowing up our phones right now."
The G5 was now landing in Boston around 1:15am. They were preparing their things to head to a local hotel for the second Summer Jam show later on that night.
"Right now, is business. When we have time, I PROMISE we will stop this shit.....do you trust me?"
A burn of tears rushed to her eyes. She got choked up remembering the last time he asked her that. When she told him she trusted him, he bailed out on her and left. This time she wasn't so sure.
Before answering, she blinked the tears away. "Ye..Yes."
Before the two got up, Nicki pulled her purse up to her shoulder, grabbed her water and her blanket.
"We need to quickly make it to the hotel so we'll go unoticed. These niggas could be around any muhfuckin corner and we'd never know."
Safaree shook his head and stood up, placing his shades in the pocket of his hoodie. They exited the plane, grabbing their bags and loading them into the black 'Lacs.
---
"What time is your set?"
"9:50."
The 2nd show was going on right now and the crew had an hour left. Manny called for back up security requested by Nicki so it would be less complex for her to get through the night. Just to be on the safe side.
"You're gonna do your pop songs tonight?" T was brushing her wig.
"Mmm...Maybe like 3. That's it. Manny, can I see you're phone?"
"Sure. Here."
Nicki had made arrangements for the New York Summer Jam show to be a surprise for her barbz and a special night to remember. She wanted a line up of legendary artists to take the stage with her the next night and perform songs together with them. So far Beenie Man, Foxy Brown and Camron agreed to take the stage with her. Young Money would be there. Now was the wait of confirmation from her Idol that she loved so much, Lauryn Hill along with Nas to join the stage also. Even though it was Manny's responsibility she wanted be sure it was clear.
"Hiiiii, Its Nicki. Yes are they still on for tomorrow's show? Okay thank you." she hung up and gave Manny his phone back.
"What they say?"
"Nas has a set and Lauryn's gonna be apart of his so they'll be on mines!"
"Yay!"
"Oop let's get this show poppin!" T said hi-fiving Nic.
"Say, Nic it's time to roll out." Safaree glanced at his watch.
The team piled out into their cars and headed to the Boston Summer Jam. Out of everything else going on in one's mind, Nicki became frazzled at how the New York was gonna turn out the next night. Hoping there would be no mistakes, no regrets.
Safaree grabbed Nic by her wrist and rushed with her out to the back where no one was.
They checked to make sure they were the only ones. Nic began to ponder in the little small area they had around them.
"This shit is craaazy yo. I just can't go on like this." her hands rested on her temples.
"Look Nic, I-I dont know what the hell is actually happenin but this shit is getting hectic. Th-they've been after me too now and trust me, they won't stop until they get what they want."
"That's the thing right there! Like what do they even want with us, Safaree!?"
"I'm really not sure yet but I think if we figure this shit out together, we can stop them."
A gloss came over her eyes as she looked into his, reading his face.
"What do we do?"
He checked his phone as the time was nearing 11pm. They had a flight to catch in 30 minutes.
"Well first we need to get the hell out of here and hurry up and catch the G5."
"Safareeeee." she whined. Nic was feeling uncomfortable and really wanted to come up with a plan at the moment before they began making any more moves.
From the corner of his eye he caught a figure move quickly behind a black car. He leaned to the side to capture a better glance of what it was. Sharp nerves jolted through his skin.
"What..." She glanced behind her before searching his face for answers. "SAFAREE WHAT?!"
He tightly gripped Nicki's shoulders and looked down at her.
"Look. We'll talk everything out when we get on the plane. Trust me. But right now we HAVE to hurry up and get up out of here!"
"But-"
He pulled her along and came back inside to her dressing room. T, Manny and Joyce stood frantically looking between the two.
"Manny is the car ready?" Nic said, grabbing her jacket.
"Uhh..Yeah it's right outside."
"Good. You guys got everything?"
T and Joyce nodded, picking up their bags and placing them on their shoulders.
"Great. Now let's go." Safaree frantically said.
They all grabbed their things and rushed out into the cars.
"Oh shoot. My things are at the telly!" she turned around to look out the back window.
"Nic. Nic. We gotta catch the plane. I'll tell Manny to go back and grab everything."
"What if he forgets something and misses the flight??? I need my stuff!" She went to her phone.
Safaree turned to look out his side of the window and suddenly spotted the same chick. She had made it to Philly by herself to come and once again surprise Safaree. This time, she brung the gun with her.
[OH SHIT]
His eyes grew wide at her standing from a distance with the gun slowing aiming his direction.
"NO! Look, Manny can make it. We-We gotta go." he repeated himself to the driver. "LET'S GO!"
The driver quickly sped off as the other two cars followed behind them.
SB glared out the window to see if the girl was still there but she disappeared.
[How she keep finding me???]
"Manny! Manny I really need you to make a left and go back to the telly to grab my things, please!"
"You have alot?"
"No, just a few small bags."
"Okay."
"Quickly, Manny."
"Alright, Nic. See you at the G."
"Okay. Bye."
Putting the phone back into her purse she took a deep breath, trying to stop worrying so much. They were at a stop light.
"Safaree."
"Hm?"
"I'm......sorry."
"For what?"
"For being so stubborn."
He sighed. "Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Blame yourself. If I would've listened to you in the first place, we wouldn't be in this bullshit."
"Safa-"
"No, Nic. It's all good...This what I get. I've been such a dumbass not believin whatchu was tellin me. Now I'm seein the shit for myself." he rolled his eyes.
She lowered her head in silence and adjusted back on her side looking down at her nails.
He took a deep breath, staring out at the streets and thought about how he was gonna explain everything to Nic on the plane.
---
They were now on the plane and 5 minutes til take off to Boston. Manny made it just in time with all of Nic's things. Everyone was now settled in and quiet.
They were in the very back alone sitting across from each other. Nic sat and played with the string of her hoodie, feeling awkward waiting on him to speak first. He was contemplating on what he wanted to say first so it wouldn't come out wrong. Then he finally spoke up.
"How can I expl-"
"HOW about we start with why you began to doubt me." She cut him off.
"With what? The-"
"Pleeease just answer the question, Faree." she slowly closed her eyes and shook her head as it rested against the seat.
"Well...REALLY, kinda after you told me how you started seein these people staring at you."
"I'm pretty sure I was hallucinating...." she slightly chuckled.
"I figured. But then I was beginning to believe it was a cop out. None of it was making sense until..."
"Until what, Safaree?"
"The....Drake thing."
"I knew it."
"I me-"
"That's what's been bothering the fuck outta you, huh?"
"Nic,"
"You really BELIEVED that I actually LIED about the crazy people I saw, only because YOU didn't see the shit for yourself, right? Like EYE pretended to not know who was calling me unknown. But YOU thought I did because YOU believed it was Drake the whole time. Oh and those texts and the REAL reason why I hid them from you, was because I already knew how you would react with that awful of a temper you carry. You act like a fucking dumbass sometimes."
"I d-"
"ANDDD Who did you think was behind those messages???" her nose flared.
"................."
"EXACTLY."
"ALRIGHT! I get it. I was wrong and you were right."
Her body adjusted back straight up in her seat as she looked away from him. It was silent.
"But then I believe I was becoming curious when SOMEONE jumped around the question of what happened after that date..."
Nicki's head flew back to him.
"You wanna know what happened after that muthafuckin date?! Why I didn't I return home that night?! HMM?!"
"YEAH, NICKI. I REALLY DO." he sat up in his chair to raise his voice at her.
"I got DRUNK, Safaree. OKAY?! He didn't want me to drive home like I was so he drove us to his place."
"And I suppose nothing else happened, right?"
"Are you fucking serious right now?! You KNOW me better than that!"
"Onika, don't fuckin sit here and lie to me!"
They heard a loud shush come from Terrence in the front. They were being too loud and had to bring their argument to a whisper.
"Let it go, Safaree!" she whispered loudly.
"Aight. BET." he turned his body the opposite way in his seat.
There was an awkward silence.
"You don't know how I'm feeling inside. Everything has been a living hell ever since that accident."
He took a deep breath and calmed down. ".......You know we're never gonna get anything solved if we keep yelling at each other."
She was silent again.
"We can actually work together to figure this shit out if we listen to each other and stop being so damn stubborn."
"....................I just want them to leave us alone." she crossed her arms.
"I can only help you if you help me....."
There was a long silence again.
"So you know the girl who caught me back in Adelaide?"
"........................."
"Well she followed me to my apartment and almost killed me."
"When?"
"Earlier today."
"What happened???"
"Bitch popped up at my crib and pulled the glock out on me. I was trying to escape her. She begged to come to Philly with me."
"Wow."
"Bitch is crazy."
"Well I got a very unusual voicemail a couple days ago...."
"Of what?"
"Of some guys talking. I couldn't really hear what they were saying but...all I heard at the end was something about them needing to do something."
"Wait...did they say any names?"
"No. I just heard a bunch of yelling and these...deep voices. One guy was like 'Yo you still on the phone with her?' guessing they were referring to........me. The voices didn't even sound familiar."
"Wait..Wait...have you noticed something?"
"What..?"
"Black...bla.." Safaree was repeating the word to himself deeply trying think of what it meant.
"Black? Black what? What are you talking about?"
"Wait, have you noticed some people wearing all black lately??"
"Safaree, EVERYBODY in this industry wears all black! It's new shit. How am I supposed to know any different from these people???" she rolled her eyes.
"Nooooo Nic, you're not gettin it. The crazy bitch that followed me, she wore all black..."
"Ummm...Ohhh...kaaay.." she chuckled.
"No No," he threw his hands over his face. "Ok. Have you noticed anyone STRANGE...wearing all black???"
Nicki bit the side of her lip and really tried to remember.
"Umm...just..the girl I saw outside my window that night....and this weird guy who snuck to me and Drake's table that night....That's who all I can think of right."
"And....Eric, Wait...ERIC."
"Who?"
"NICKI, did any of them wear a gold herringbone with a small infinity piece on it?!"
"Uhhh...Well..I-I.." She shut her eyes tightly and thought back to seeing those very strangers right before, remembering if she noticed any chains attached around them.
"I don't..."
"Come onnnn, Nic!"
"I don't remember!" Nic threw her arms in the air, giving up.
"OH SHIT. That nigga Eric had one on JUST like the crazy bitch did!
"Wha- Who the hell is Eric???"
"Nicki, Eric was the nigga that came up to me this morning! He was apart of a gang my crew was beefin with long time ago back when I used to do that shit."
"How'd he find you???"
"Who knows. Look but I ain't seen the nigga since then and I bet his bitch ass up to something."
It clicked in Nicki's head now.
She gasped and tapped his arm. "SAFAREE! M-Mmaybe he's affiliated with the same gang as the guy, Detroit!"
"Detroit?"
"Yes! The guy I told you caused the plane crash and killed himself tryna get me!
"Oh shit."
"And The two guys who waited for me at the after party at Rozay's crib...." she pointed her finger, recalling the night.
His jaw dropped as he pieced two and two together.
"Oh my god, Safaree," she gasped. "They're out for revenge!!!"
"Niggas must want something from us.."
"This can't be real liiiiiiife yo. What the fuck!!!!" her fist banged against the cup holder next to the window.
"Yo Nic we gotta stop this shit before niggas go any further..."
Nicki sat up and contemplated on a clever plan to rid these forbidden people for good.
"Wait. Lemme see your phones." she stuck her hand out waiting.
"For what?"
"Just give them to me!"
He dug from his pockets to hand her his phones. She received them and turned them off, took the battery out of them and placed them in her purse. Nic did the same thing to her phones.
"Whatchu do that for? How we gon keep in touch with everybody?"
"Manny has a phone. So does T and Joyce. We're good."
"But..."
"LOOK. Its the only way they will stop blowing up our phones right now."
The G5 was now landing in Boston around 1:15am. They were preparing their things to head to a local hotel for the second Summer Jam show later on that night.
"Right now, is business. When we have time, I PROMISE we will stop this shit.....do you trust me?"
A burn of tears rushed to her eyes. She got choked up remembering the last time he asked her that. When she told him she trusted him, he bailed out on her and left. This time she wasn't so sure.
Before answering, she blinked the tears away. "Ye..Yes."
Before the two got up, Nicki pulled her purse up to her shoulder, grabbed her water and her blanket.
"We need to quickly make it to the hotel so we'll go unoticed. These niggas could be around any muhfuckin corner and we'd never know."
Safaree shook his head and stood up, placing his shades in the pocket of his hoodie. They exited the plane, grabbing their bags and loading them into the black 'Lacs.
---
"What time is your set?"
"9:50."
The 2nd show was going on right now and the crew had an hour left. Manny called for back up security requested by Nicki so it would be less complex for her to get through the night. Just to be on the safe side.
"You're gonna do your pop songs tonight?" T was brushing her wig.
"Mmm...Maybe like 3. That's it. Manny, can I see you're phone?"
"Sure. Here."
Nicki had made arrangements for the New York Summer Jam show to be a surprise for her barbz and a special night to remember. She wanted a line up of legendary artists to take the stage with her the next night and perform songs together with them. So far Beenie Man, Foxy Brown and Camron agreed to take the stage with her. Young Money would be there. Now was the wait of confirmation from her Idol that she loved so much, Lauryn Hill along with Nas to join the stage also. Even though it was Manny's responsibility she wanted be sure it was clear.
"Hiiiii, Its Nicki. Yes are they still on for tomorrow's show? Okay thank you." she hung up and gave Manny his phone back.
"What they say?"
"Nas has a set and Lauryn's gonna be apart of his so they'll be on mines!"
"Yay!"
"Oop let's get this show poppin!" T said hi-fiving Nic.
"Say, Nic it's time to roll out." Safaree glanced at his watch.
The team piled out into their cars and headed to the Boston Summer Jam. Out of everything else going on in one's mind, Nicki became frazzled at how the New York was gonna turn out the next night. Hoping there would be no mistakes, no regrets.
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