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}