Just when these 3 thought they were so close to getting to Nicki in the nick of time, there was a sudden alteration in their mission.
They encountered problems getting to Canada right off the back.
1. Safaree wanted to bring his glocks with him but knew it was prohibited on a flight.
2. The next flight to Vancouver was delayed until the next day.
---
"Nicki."
Lea leaned back in his office chair and played with an office toy that sat upon his desk. The room was silent. Nic was sitting in a chair near a corner of the room with her back turned to him.
He looked up at her when he realized she didn't speak right away. Lea became quiet when he caught a weird vibe that something strange was going on. A ring to his phone pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Yo."
"Nigga have you spoke to my sister?"
He thought for a minute before speaking up again.
"Mmmm Nah. Why? Wassup?"
"Mannn...she ain't been in flesh since we sent her ass to Australia."
"Where the fuck she go?"
"Iono man! I've been tryna reach her for the longest. And-"
"Wait wait wait wait....." Something finally clicked in his head as he thought about it. "If she....caught him...and we got this one....where the fuck is HE?"
Nic intensely eavesdropped on his conversation, having an idea of who he was talking about to whomever on the phone. Her eyes grew piecing the conversation together.
"No. Hell no. Let me call E and see if he knows something...."
"Yeah. & call me back."
Nic adjusted on the couch and bit at the corner of the lips. Lea went to his computer and begin pulling up numerous pages of information and begin analyzing it. The room became silent again.
Nicki had a plan. She really didn't think second about it but wanted to try something. Hopefully it would distract him so she could see what he was doing.
[You got this Nic...]
She slowly rose off the couch and made her way to his desk. Lea caught her eyes lurking behind him. He stopped and turned around in his chair.
"May I help you?"
Nicki poked her lip out, looking down at the little thingamajigs on his desk.
He soften his face when he saw her cute little innocence.
"I'm bored..." Nic pouted.
"Well...you wanna go do something for me, baby?"
She forced a smile like she was interested and waited for his response.
"Run to the basement and grab my device from the box by the stairs. Please."
Nicki's smile faded away as she hoped to see what he was up to instead of being avoided by him and his work. She rolled her eyes and made her way out of the office.
While she made a long trip to the basement, Lea hurriedly went back to the documents on his computer and pulled up some information that would bring him to his next big clever plan.
---
"I want to apologize for not contacting you right away about this....I sorta chose not to only because of your reaction. I really didn't wanna be the one to break it to you and the Barbz..."
"No need to apologize, Safaree. I'm holding on in there with God. He knows her strength. I know she's fine. You know, prayer sure does work."
"It sure does."
"I want you to help us fight with the power of prayer. I'm not as worried anymore because I know that my baby is a fighter. And she won't give up. Where ever she is, God is shielding her. She'll be back....I know she will..."
Safaree's heart wrenched and ached for Nicki's mother. He was beyond amazed at how strongly she held her own. She had the confidence he'd wish he had. As long as she understood the situation, he was less frantic about hearing and fearing her emotions.
"Right now...uhh...I'm getting with some people to help get her back..."
"Now Safaree, I don't want you going to drastic measures to get my baby. Anything could go wrong and someone can get hurt. PLEASE be careful out there, son."
He slightly smiled at her calling him 'son'. "Yes ma'am. I'm doing my best. Tell the family she's just fine and they'll see her soon. I'll talk to you later."
"Alright, sweetheart. Remember to pray. Take care."
"I will. And you too. Bye."
"Buh-Bye."
---
Nicki slowly trailed down into the dark basement by herself. It was cold and had a gross smell to it. Her hand flew right up to her face the moment the odor hit her way. Once she hit the bottom of the stairs she carfully walked around to find the light. As Nicki felt her way around the basement, she noticed a lot of unusual things that surrounded her.
"Oh my god. Oh my god." She slightly panicked as she finally found the light in the corner of the basement. When she turned back around to glance around the room, her eyes nearly fell out of her head when she found what was before her.
"Ayo L, what if she find all this shit down here?" The guy joked.
"She won't."
"Oh yes she will."
"Oh?"
"And If she does?"
"So."
"SO? Don'tchu know she could expose all the shit down here?! Man yo-"
"She WON'T."
"How the fuck YOU know she won't, though?"
Nicki backed up against a table that contained a very tall rifle that touched her back. She jumped and turned to find the gun now in front of her face.
"Oh my...."
Lea lead his eyes to the rifle sitting on the table behind the guy. He raised his eyebrow and smirked.
"Oho SHIT." The guy threw his fist over his mouth in awe at the big rifle. "Damn, my nigga you gon go out like THAT?"
"Snitches don't reside HERE."
"So you really think she's gonna hold off this long in this house huh?"
"Oh I KNOW for a fact. Please."
The guy shook his head and continued to fidget around with the sacred things his boss kept in the basement.
"Boyyyy, I can't wait til we see that nigga face to face! That nigga's body gon be carried out in a trash bag after we get after him...."
The guy went to a picture sitting on a desk against the wall.
Nicki slowly picked up the picture and observed it thoroughly. It didn't make a lot of sense to her, as she looked over to what appeared to be a younger Lea and another guy standing next to him, resembling his features.
"Who is this....?" she said to herself.
Nicki pulled the picture closer, noticing the familiar necklace emblem around the man and Lea's neck. She twisted her face up in confusion, looking over the picture once more.
"Damn man...how long has it been?"
Lea gazed at the picture in the guy's hand from a distance, leaning against the table. "I believe, 7 years ago."
"Wow. Still can't believe he gone, man...."
[His brother, maybe?] She thought.
Nicki sat the picture down and moved around to see more pictures along the wall. There were more pictures of Lea and the guy, and more dudes dressed in all black.
"Ohhhhh my god...." She put her hand over her chest.
They all wore the same necklace also, which now creeped Nicki out. It was pretty clear now that this was indeed, the gang that had been after her for the past 3 months. It was becoming too real for her to realize what was happening around her. These people had been stalking her for months and she never knew.
She had concluded with Safaree that they must've wanted something, but they didn't know what. So if it wasn't money, then what could it possibly be? Nicki stopped and glanced around the basement again to spot what Lea had asked for so she could bring it with her. There were several boxes sitting near the stairs of the basement that had several devices in it. Before she made her way over to them, she turned her direction back to the pictures. One picture in particular caught her eye as she halted and almost knocked over things on the desk. A sharp nerve jolted through her skin when she recognized it.
"No....fucking............way......" She reached out slowly and grabbed it off the wall.
To her surprise, it was a framed picture of her and Safaree. In fact, the SAME EXACT picture that went missing the morning Nicki couldn't find it in her office. Her body began tensing up as she fought back tears.
"What the fuck! He's been in our house. ....He's been in our...." Nicki took the picture and darted right up the stairs back to the office.
On her way down the hall, she ran right into Lea and fell, dropping the frame.
"Whoa whoa whoa....slow down there. What's the problem?" He pulled her up off the floor.
Nicki scrambled to get up and remove his hands off of her. She turned to pick up the now cracked picture. "WHERE DID THIS COME FROM? HUH?! WHERE DID YOU FUCKING GET THIS?!"
He calmly looked at her and pushed his shoulders up in confusion. "Well where else would I get it?"
"YOU BEEN IN MY HOUSE?!"
"Yeah? So?"
"SO?!?! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"
"You can have it back if you want. I was just gonna cut the shit and give you that nigga's face back anyway." He pushed pass her and kept walking.
"So THAT'S what this is about huh?" She turned around looking at him crazy.
"What?"
"YOU'RE JEALOUS OF SAFAREE!"
He spun around in quickness. "IS THAT SO?"
"YES! You wanted me for yourself! Selfish ASSHOLE." Nic spat at him, trying to get all in his face.
He looked down at her small frame and almost giggled to her face. "Hmph. Maybe." Lea turned around and headed towards the basement himself.
Nic's jaw dropped as she followed after him back down into the basement. "So NOW I'm here and it's going on 2 WEEKS! WHAT'S THE CATCH???"
Lea ignored her and went to fetch the device he was looking for. Before he headed back upstairs, Nicki stopped him in his tracks.
"WAIT! Aren't you gonna explain to me what all of this means?" She threw her arms up pointing around the room at the infinity symbol labeled everywhere. He simply gave her an evil glare and continued upstairs.
"Wha-" She scurried after him once more and followed him back into the office.
"You're GONNA tell me what this shit means....."
He continued to ignore her.
"There-Ther-Theres's a reason you're doing all of this, isn't it? TELL ME!"
Before he spoke up, he went back to using the device to his computer and fixing things up. A map popped up on his screen. Then minutes later there was a flashing blue light slowly moving on a line. A smirk plastered across his face as he pulled out his cell phone to dial a number.
"ANSWER ME!"
Lea turned to look at Nicki hovering over his desk waiting for a response. "........Ooooooh look, it's our lucky day! Guess who's coming to visit......" As he laughed, he turned the screen to her so she could see. Nic was confused. She didn't really know who he was referring to or who was even coming but she felt a bad vibe about it.
"What?" She said under her breath.
---
OH and well problem number...3....
Safaree, Chassidy and Drake made it to a local Dennys near the airport to wait and sit in over night.
They all ate and started their plan to out-smart Lea and rescue Nicki.
"This shit ain't gon work if I cant get my shit up there."
"Then how the fuck are we supposed to get up there in time, Safaree? We leave in 7 hours."
"Shit I'll get that G5 to take us up there. It'll be in my bags."
"You ain't gon solve shit with tryna dome this nigga."
"SAYS WHO?"
Drake shook his head and groomed his beard. "You think you a real ass nigga with some GUNS but just really all talk to me."
SB hopped up from the table and got all in Drake's face.
"Not this shit again....." Chassidy layed her head down on the table.
"I'm really fuckin tired of yo slick comments nigga. GET THE FUCK UP."
Drake hopped and got in his face with a calm look.
"You wanna run that by me again, playboi?"
"All TALK, No B-"
Before Drake could finish his sentence a full blown fist came across his jaw in one quick move. He hit the floor, as SB watched him fall. Chassidy came up behind SB and pulled him away from Drake.
"NO!!! I can't believe yall doing this shit in PUBLIC! WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE! COME ON." She pushed Safaree towards the door, before they caused a scene in the restraunt. People and workers were looking in their direction, trying to see what was going on.
"AUBREY GET YO ASS UP AND COME ON BEFORE YOU GET LEFT." Chassidy gave no fucks in helping him up. She called after him, running out after SB and into the car.
"Hurry up 'fore they call the cops on our asses!!!!"
Drake came out wiping the blood off his lip and getting into the backseat. They paid him no mind at this point.
Suddenly, Chassidy's phone rung as she tried to hurry and answer it. Just her luck when she didn't check to see who was calling before she answered.
"Yeah."
"Wanted to come see me about something?"
Her heart jumped when she heard a deep familiar voice on the other line.
"Uh...uh..uh..." Her eyes grew wide.
"Oh no no. It's fine. Yeah, Eric already told me you were on your way. But now I see you're bringing some family with you huh?"
Chassidy worriedly looked over at SB while he was driving. He glanced between her and the road. "What? What happened? Who is that?"
"Ohhhh so I was right?" Lea said as he heard Safaree's voice in the background.
"Um..." Chassidy was still speechless.
"Yeah. Thought you was slick, Chas? You thought I wouldn't find out huh?"
"Lea, I can explain-"
Safaree whipped his head to her when she said his name.
[Lea?] He was confused.
"Nooo nooo, I'd like to meet your new friends," he smiled. "oh and while you're at it....."
"Y-Yeah?" She nervously said.
"Put me on speaker would you, please?"
She did as she was told, now that Safaree and Drake could here the familiar voice.
"I want 60 thousand dollars in the palm of my hands when you get here or i'll be burying bodies underneath my fucking wooden floor."
"YOU BET NOT PUTCHO HANDS ON HER."
"SB, chill." Chassidy whispered. She was scared straight at this point, not knowing how Lea was going about this.
Lea ignored Safaree and went back to talking to Chas. "Oh. And If yo boy tries to pull that 'got another thing coming for you' shit.....he betta rethink his contrivance before he sees me in FLESH."
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Sunday, February 10, 2013
Chapter 30
Time froze in place.
And So did Lea.
He raised his head and thought for a minute before smirking and turning around to see her face.
"Well let's put it in a nicer way.....I'm your biggest fan..."
"You're a CREEP."
He laughed and shook his head.
"I was hoping you liked the office because your beautiful face was all over it."
"Are you kidding me right now??? You're fucking SICK."
"No. Actually I'm doing pretty well today. Mm. No fever." he dramatically acted sarcastically.
Nicki rolled her eyes and awaited his next moves. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"
Lea approached her at the door and firmly gripped her arm and forced her out of his office. Nicki stumbled out into the long hallway, trying to snatch away from him but he was squeezing her arm too tight. She didn't know what he was about to do but whatever it was, she wouldn't let him get to her.
Lea dragged Nicki all the way to the restroom and plopped her down onto the toilet seat and kneeled before her.
"Ouch. What the fuck are you doing?!"
---
"Mr. Wayne, can you please tell us if you have any new information on Nicki's kidnapping?"
Wayne slowly looked over to the woman in the crowd and gazed at her. He stood before a press conference about Nicki's disappearance that had happened over a week ago. His mind was on another level and his body was in complete shock.
It took him 10 seconds before he answered her question, visibly telling that he didn't process all of what was going on.
"Um..I don't know man....I-I-I can't say too much right now. I mean, we're doing the best we can do to get her back here with us and safe. She's a-a strong person. I know she can fight through." He groomed his chin hairs, staring off at nothing in particular.
"Mr. Williams would you like to say something to the public as well?"
Baby leaned into his mic and begin speaking. "We just wanna say, bawbeh we love ya. We know you a survivor. And we doin everythang we can to solve this. Beleedat."
He saluted and the young money family left the press conference.
---
I guess it's interesting when sometimes, your enemies might come in handy one day. Keep your enemies closer, right? You'd never know when you'd need their help. But how could you possibly team up with evil people who would harm you and your loved one? That was now the question for Safaree. Now teaming up with a crazy bitch that almost killed him and a nigga that harmed Nic only because they probably knew something about it more than he did. An odd combination that has many risks to save someone's life from all danger.
Chassidy had let her guard down and put her life on the line to help the man she nearly killed, and help find the woman she never liked. Once she saw how Safaree matched up to her level, she couldn't fight back.
"Why did you do what you did back there in Australia?"
"I had to. I had no choice....Besides, I thought it would all be easy until I actually got this close to catching you."
"You one crazy ass bitch."
"I know...But to be honest, I felt SO uncomfortable. You don't understand how scary this shit is...."
"All of that shit almost costed me my life."
"Safaree....I'm really sorry." she paused and looked at him. "....and the drug...didn't know how deadly it was until I saw how bad it took over you. I don't think you remembered anything from that night."
"I don't. And I'm not tryna relive it either."
She became quiet.
"You know it's not easy having this persona. It became a part of me. Half of me did it because I was told to and half of me did it because I hate her." Chas stared down to her shoes.
"So what stopped you just now?"
"I don't want him hurting her.....you might know how that nigga is but I've seen so much worse."
"How bad?"
A tear escaped Chassidy's eye, she then quickly wiped. "He's killed women before..."
Something jolted in SB when she said that. His body tensed up just thinking about how he was treating Nicki right now. "He's killed alot of people before."
"Too many people.....and has never been caught."
"That's because he uses people like YOU to do the dirty shit for him. He makes you suffer his consequences."
"Hell yeah. And right now, that's all I'm worrying about. The consequences..."
"You're also a brave soul. I respect that."
"I've seen too many situations like this...I see how much you love and care for her. I felt bad."
SB saw the sad guilt in her face. He could see she was feeling guilty for some type of reason but just didn't know for what exactly yet.
"Man....I don't know how the fuck this nigga get to us."
"It wasn't hard....I mean, he knew your where-abouts. That man's too clever for his own good."
"One SNEAKY ass muhfucka. Tuh. Ever since his right-hand man got domed. He went left. Nigga never liked me. The thing now is....he must want something. And I know Nicki is only part of it....."
"How do you know he wants more?"
"Trust me...It's more to it."
---
So then you had the quiet enemy. The least expected of the bunch. Who would've known that SB would ask THIS nigga for help? Maybe because he had connections, SB never knew about which made him become suspicious. The real question was how did Drake develop these connections?
Even more awkward was that, after SB tried to kill the nigga, he turned around and needed his help. He knew Drake really didn't want to tag alone but 1. He was only doing this for Nicki and 2. He knew his ass would get bullets to the head. Safaree didn't quite know how he was gonna piece the pie with Drake but they had no time to start more drama.
"Yo how da hell he know you?"
"Who, Drake?"
"Yeah."
"Well...."
Chassidy sat in a corner of the office her and the crew were in. She puffed on a cigar and stared up into the ceiling, rolling around in a swivel chair. Other men were conversing amongst her around the room awaiting an arrival.
The room became silent for a minute when Aubrey slowly trailed in behind another guy and stood at the door. He pushed his glasses up and waited for one of the dudes to speak.
Chassidy glanced up to see that it was him and smirked. She got up from her seat and walked over to him.
"You know....I really didn't think your scary ass would show up. Surprisingly, you did. I'm shocked rather, that you're actually about to do this."
"Hmph. Uh...nice to meet you too." he gave her a weak smile and licked his lips.
"While you're waiting or possibly shitting your drawls right now.....Let's chat." She wouldn't take no for an amnwer so she dragged him to where she was sitting.
"Soooo Mr. Aubrey Drake Graham. You wanna know why you're here?" Chassidy gave him a smirk before puffing out of her cigarette again.
"I uh...no. Iono." he nervously chuckled.
"You're the easy target."
"Huh?"
"Nevermind that." she waved him off and dipped off some ashes.
"You're apart of all this too?"
"Of course I am! I grew up in this bullshit. Why? You scared of me?"
"Aww man. I ain't say all dat. Chill."
"Mmh."
"Why did they bring me here? What's going on?"
"Well. Boss is very busy and needs extra help. You just so happened to be part of his plot."
"Why?"
"Nigga if you ask me another gotda-"
"Wusho name?"
"Chassidy. And lemme let you in on a secret. Come'ere." she motioned her fingers to him to come closer. So he did.
"Whether you like it or not....you gon have to do this shit. Straight up. All of them bitches out there must don't know how scary yo ass really is. It's okay. But today's the day your life's gonna change."
"Yo just chill with that shit. I ain't scared. Look I'm sure whatever I gotta do, ain't all that bad."
"So you think." Chas cocked an eyebrow at him before puffing out of her ciggy once more.
Within minutes, Lea walked into the door and everyone became silent. Drake turned his head swiftly when he heard his name sound in a deep voice.
"Yo Drizzy in here?"
"I KNEW YO ASS HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS BULLSHIT!" Safaree got up and started Drake's direction.
"SB, No!!!!" Chassidy grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"Why you keep chargin me up like you finna do sum'n dawg?!" Drake automatically stood up, looking calm.
"NIGGA WASSUP?! MUHFUCKA YOU DON'T SCARE ME! I KNOW YO ASS PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY WOMAN, NIGGA. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP?!"
"Mannnn fuck you. I ain't got time for dis bullshit. You ain't fearin' me dawg." Drake waved him off and sat back down.
Chassidy fought off Safaree coming any closer to Drake. She held him off and made him go the opposite direction to calm down.
"NIGGA FUCK YOU. SWEAR I'MA COME BACK AND KILL YO ASS FA REAL! I'll Show YO ass nigga! WATCH."
---
"Nigga where da fuck you been? You was s'posed to be at the press conference we had! Nigga I've been callin you for 2 weeks now. Man NIC is GONE. Fuck wrong witchu?" Wayne was pissed.
"Aye I've been busy with some shit, man. Chill bro. Trust me, she's okay."
"With WHAT, Drake? Mack CALLED yo ass and told you where to go and what time this shit was. Now you finna make us look bad. It's already too much bullshit goin on and now here yo ass go."
"It's all good. Once I square this shit away, I'll release something. Lemme call you back."
"Yeah....whateva."
He hung up and begin thinking on what he was gonna do. He was in so much trouble, and so pissed, he just didn't know it would get this far. All he wanted to do was save Nicki and apologize for what he did.
Now was the time for Drake to get this mission moving so he went to his phone and called Lea.
"What."
"Aye this Drake."
"Drizzy! What's good, breh?"
"Ain't nothing man, Just wanted to see how things was holdin up on yo side....."
---
Lea glanced over at Nicki who now had distanced herself in the restoom with him, sitting by the tub. She was in complete shock when she heard him say his name.
[DRAKE?!?!?!]
Nic frowned and abruptly darted towards him.
"DRAKE?! DRAKE!!! DRAKE! DR-" She fought him to grab the phone away from him so she could get Drake's attention.
"YO. YO BACK UP OFF ME."
"NO!!! DRAKE! DRAKE PLEASE HELP ME!!!" Nic screamed into the phone, while hovering over Lea, fighting for it.
With one move, Lea took his free hand and forceably pushed Nicki down to the hard wooden floor which made her bang her back against the tub.
---
Drake was quiet for the longest of time, cringing, hearing a distressed Nicki and an angry Lea. He listened to the two for what it seemed that they were fighting in the background. When he heard Nic's strained voice crescendo in his ear, his heart dropped. He was hoping it wasn't becoming as brutal as it sounded on their end.
[I gotta do something. And fast.]
Right before Drake was gonna speak up again, the other line became very silent.
A sudden tremble builded in his body as he heard familiar cries in the background. His heart wrenched hardly, as he tried not to hear her desperate cries.
"....Y....Yoo. Lea?"
"What did you want?" he blatantly said.
"We...we need to meet up soon. I really need to talk to you.."
"Bout what?"
"....I-is she okay?"
"She's fine. Look I'll set up a day we can talk. I gotta go." As soon as he said that he hung up in Drake's face.
Drake looked at his phone and shook his head. [What am I gonna do....What the fuck am I gonna do...]
---
30 minutes later Safaree and Chassidy returned.
"I know it's a way we can get to where they at. SOMEBODY gotta know where this nigga stay...."
"Maybe I can call Eric. That's one of the guys in his close circles."
"ERIC??? The short nigga right?"
"...Yeah? Why? You know him too or sum'n?"
"WOW. That nigga approached me the same day I caught yo ass at my house. Yo What the fuck?! This some fucked up shit." Safaree slightly lost it.
"Whoaaa Whoaa. Slow down. Where he saw you at?"
"The car shop on Rose Blvd. He came up to me like we was cool nshit. Da fuck is this? Ion even know how this nigga FIND me."
"Wow. Seriously had no idea..." She had a puzzled look across her face.
Chassidy didn't realize WHY her gang was targeting Safaree and Nicki. Now that she knew SB and Lea already knew each other from back then, it was slowly coming together. No wonder he was putting so many peoples lives in danger to capture this nigga. But if SB's the one Lea was angry at....why did he take Nicki?
She took her phone and called up Eric.
"Waddup baby?"
She rolled her eyes. "Hey, um you got Lea's address?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"He uh....wanted me to come over to pick up something but I forgot to cop his address." she lied.
"Really? Oh. Well, lemme text it to you."
"Mmkay. Bye."
She hung up and looked over at Safaree with a smirk.
"Damn. Was it that easy? Yo dat nigga STILL dumb."
"Ion even know why he chose his dumbass to be in his INNER-circle." She shook her head.
While Chassidy waited on a text for the address. SB glanced over at Drake who seemed to be really annoyed at this point. Drake continued to sit with his head down, like he was thinking.
"Fuck wrong with him?"
Chassidy looked up, and looked over at Drake. "Who knows. Always crying nshit. Just leave him." She waved him off.
She looked at her phone as soon as she felt it vibrate in her hand.
E:
He up on the east side of Vancouver. 845 East 8 Ave.
Chas:
Thanks.
"Hey...Hey I just got the address! Come one we gotta get to an airport quick!"
"What? Wait. Where To???" Safaree jumped up.
"We have to catch a flight to Vancouver."
"VANCOUVER?! As In CANADA?"
"YES, nigga! Now COME ON!!!!" She pulled him along to the car as Drake silently followed behind them.
They all hopped into the car and sped off to find an airport miles away.
"Here I'll find us all a ticket so we can board the quickest flight there."
"It's gon take us straight there?"
"I hope so."
"Man YO WHAT THE FUCK. How dis nigga make it all the way to Canada with ha?" SB hit the steering wheel as he sped down the road.
"I never knew he lived that far...... The office is stationed in New York. I don't get it." Chassidy said while working on her phone.
"His smart ass knew exactly what he was doin. Guess he never told nobody his real address...." Drake chimed in.
"Yo you know where dis address at?"
Safaree held his phone up towards the backseat so Drake could see. He took a glance at it for a second before speaking up.
"...Yeah. Right near Fairview..."
Aubrey wouldn't tell Lea they were coming nor tell these two what he heard earlier on the phone. He simply sat back and held his peace for now.
And So did Lea.
He raised his head and thought for a minute before smirking and turning around to see her face.
"Well let's put it in a nicer way.....I'm your biggest fan..."
"You're a CREEP."
He laughed and shook his head.
"I was hoping you liked the office because your beautiful face was all over it."
"Are you kidding me right now??? You're fucking SICK."
"No. Actually I'm doing pretty well today. Mm. No fever." he dramatically acted sarcastically.
Nicki rolled her eyes and awaited his next moves. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"
Lea approached her at the door and firmly gripped her arm and forced her out of his office. Nicki stumbled out into the long hallway, trying to snatch away from him but he was squeezing her arm too tight. She didn't know what he was about to do but whatever it was, she wouldn't let him get to her.
Lea dragged Nicki all the way to the restroom and plopped her down onto the toilet seat and kneeled before her.
"Ouch. What the fuck are you doing?!"
---
"Mr. Wayne, can you please tell us if you have any new information on Nicki's kidnapping?"
Wayne slowly looked over to the woman in the crowd and gazed at her. He stood before a press conference about Nicki's disappearance that had happened over a week ago. His mind was on another level and his body was in complete shock.
It took him 10 seconds before he answered her question, visibly telling that he didn't process all of what was going on.
"Um..I don't know man....I-I-I can't say too much right now. I mean, we're doing the best we can do to get her back here with us and safe. She's a-a strong person. I know she can fight through." He groomed his chin hairs, staring off at nothing in particular.
"Mr. Williams would you like to say something to the public as well?"
Baby leaned into his mic and begin speaking. "We just wanna say, bawbeh we love ya. We know you a survivor. And we doin everythang we can to solve this. Beleedat."
He saluted and the young money family left the press conference.
---
I guess it's interesting when sometimes, your enemies might come in handy one day. Keep your enemies closer, right? You'd never know when you'd need their help. But how could you possibly team up with evil people who would harm you and your loved one? That was now the question for Safaree. Now teaming up with a crazy bitch that almost killed him and a nigga that harmed Nic only because they probably knew something about it more than he did. An odd combination that has many risks to save someone's life from all danger.
Chassidy had let her guard down and put her life on the line to help the man she nearly killed, and help find the woman she never liked. Once she saw how Safaree matched up to her level, she couldn't fight back.
"Why did you do what you did back there in Australia?"
"I had to. I had no choice....Besides, I thought it would all be easy until I actually got this close to catching you."
"You one crazy ass bitch."
"I know...But to be honest, I felt SO uncomfortable. You don't understand how scary this shit is...."
"All of that shit almost costed me my life."
"Safaree....I'm really sorry." she paused and looked at him. "....and the drug...didn't know how deadly it was until I saw how bad it took over you. I don't think you remembered anything from that night."
"I don't. And I'm not tryna relive it either."
She became quiet.
"You know it's not easy having this persona. It became a part of me. Half of me did it because I was told to and half of me did it because I hate her." Chas stared down to her shoes.
"So what stopped you just now?"
"I don't want him hurting her.....you might know how that nigga is but I've seen so much worse."
"How bad?"
A tear escaped Chassidy's eye, she then quickly wiped. "He's killed women before..."
Something jolted in SB when she said that. His body tensed up just thinking about how he was treating Nicki right now. "He's killed alot of people before."
"Too many people.....and has never been caught."
"That's because he uses people like YOU to do the dirty shit for him. He makes you suffer his consequences."
"Hell yeah. And right now, that's all I'm worrying about. The consequences..."
"You're also a brave soul. I respect that."
"I've seen too many situations like this...I see how much you love and care for her. I felt bad."
SB saw the sad guilt in her face. He could see she was feeling guilty for some type of reason but just didn't know for what exactly yet.
"Man....I don't know how the fuck this nigga get to us."
"It wasn't hard....I mean, he knew your where-abouts. That man's too clever for his own good."
"One SNEAKY ass muhfucka. Tuh. Ever since his right-hand man got domed. He went left. Nigga never liked me. The thing now is....he must want something. And I know Nicki is only part of it....."
"How do you know he wants more?"
"Trust me...It's more to it."
---
So then you had the quiet enemy. The least expected of the bunch. Who would've known that SB would ask THIS nigga for help? Maybe because he had connections, SB never knew about which made him become suspicious. The real question was how did Drake develop these connections?
Even more awkward was that, after SB tried to kill the nigga, he turned around and needed his help. He knew Drake really didn't want to tag alone but 1. He was only doing this for Nicki and 2. He knew his ass would get bullets to the head. Safaree didn't quite know how he was gonna piece the pie with Drake but they had no time to start more drama.
"Yo how da hell he know you?"
"Who, Drake?"
"Yeah."
"Well...."
Chassidy sat in a corner of the office her and the crew were in. She puffed on a cigar and stared up into the ceiling, rolling around in a swivel chair. Other men were conversing amongst her around the room awaiting an arrival.
The room became silent for a minute when Aubrey slowly trailed in behind another guy and stood at the door. He pushed his glasses up and waited for one of the dudes to speak.
Chassidy glanced up to see that it was him and smirked. She got up from her seat and walked over to him.
"You know....I really didn't think your scary ass would show up. Surprisingly, you did. I'm shocked rather, that you're actually about to do this."
"Hmph. Uh...nice to meet you too." he gave her a weak smile and licked his lips.
"While you're waiting or possibly shitting your drawls right now.....Let's chat." She wouldn't take no for an amnwer so she dragged him to where she was sitting.
"Soooo Mr. Aubrey Drake Graham. You wanna know why you're here?" Chassidy gave him a smirk before puffing out of her cigarette again.
"I uh...no. Iono." he nervously chuckled.
"You're the easy target."
"Huh?"
"Nevermind that." she waved him off and dipped off some ashes.
"You're apart of all this too?"
"Of course I am! I grew up in this bullshit. Why? You scared of me?"
"Aww man. I ain't say all dat. Chill."
"Mmh."
"Why did they bring me here? What's going on?"
"Well. Boss is very busy and needs extra help. You just so happened to be part of his plot."
"Why?"
"Nigga if you ask me another gotda-"
"Wusho name?"
"Chassidy. And lemme let you in on a secret. Come'ere." she motioned her fingers to him to come closer. So he did.
"Whether you like it or not....you gon have to do this shit. Straight up. All of them bitches out there must don't know how scary yo ass really is. It's okay. But today's the day your life's gonna change."
"Yo just chill with that shit. I ain't scared. Look I'm sure whatever I gotta do, ain't all that bad."
"So you think." Chas cocked an eyebrow at him before puffing out of her ciggy once more.
Within minutes, Lea walked into the door and everyone became silent. Drake turned his head swiftly when he heard his name sound in a deep voice.
"Yo Drizzy in here?"
"I KNEW YO ASS HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS BULLSHIT!" Safaree got up and started Drake's direction.
"SB, No!!!!" Chassidy grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"Why you keep chargin me up like you finna do sum'n dawg?!" Drake automatically stood up, looking calm.
"NIGGA WASSUP?! MUHFUCKA YOU DON'T SCARE ME! I KNOW YO ASS PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY WOMAN, NIGGA. WHAT THE FUCK IS UP?!"
"Mannnn fuck you. I ain't got time for dis bullshit. You ain't fearin' me dawg." Drake waved him off and sat back down.
Chassidy fought off Safaree coming any closer to Drake. She held him off and made him go the opposite direction to calm down.
"NIGGA FUCK YOU. SWEAR I'MA COME BACK AND KILL YO ASS FA REAL! I'll Show YO ass nigga! WATCH."
---
"Nigga where da fuck you been? You was s'posed to be at the press conference we had! Nigga I've been callin you for 2 weeks now. Man NIC is GONE. Fuck wrong witchu?" Wayne was pissed.
"Aye I've been busy with some shit, man. Chill bro. Trust me, she's okay."
"With WHAT, Drake? Mack CALLED yo ass and told you where to go and what time this shit was. Now you finna make us look bad. It's already too much bullshit goin on and now here yo ass go."
"It's all good. Once I square this shit away, I'll release something. Lemme call you back."
"Yeah....whateva."
He hung up and begin thinking on what he was gonna do. He was in so much trouble, and so pissed, he just didn't know it would get this far. All he wanted to do was save Nicki and apologize for what he did.
Now was the time for Drake to get this mission moving so he went to his phone and called Lea.
"What."
"Aye this Drake."
"Drizzy! What's good, breh?"
"Ain't nothing man, Just wanted to see how things was holdin up on yo side....."
---
Lea glanced over at Nicki who now had distanced herself in the restoom with him, sitting by the tub. She was in complete shock when she heard him say his name.
[DRAKE?!?!?!]
Nic frowned and abruptly darted towards him.
"DRAKE?! DRAKE!!! DRAKE! DR-" She fought him to grab the phone away from him so she could get Drake's attention.
"YO. YO BACK UP OFF ME."
"NO!!! DRAKE! DRAKE PLEASE HELP ME!!!" Nic screamed into the phone, while hovering over Lea, fighting for it.
With one move, Lea took his free hand and forceably pushed Nicki down to the hard wooden floor which made her bang her back against the tub.
---
Drake was quiet for the longest of time, cringing, hearing a distressed Nicki and an angry Lea. He listened to the two for what it seemed that they were fighting in the background. When he heard Nic's strained voice crescendo in his ear, his heart dropped. He was hoping it wasn't becoming as brutal as it sounded on their end.
[I gotta do something. And fast.]
Right before Drake was gonna speak up again, the other line became very silent.
A sudden tremble builded in his body as he heard familiar cries in the background. His heart wrenched hardly, as he tried not to hear her desperate cries.
"....Y....Yoo. Lea?"
"What did you want?" he blatantly said.
"We...we need to meet up soon. I really need to talk to you.."
"Bout what?"
"....I-is she okay?"
"She's fine. Look I'll set up a day we can talk. I gotta go." As soon as he said that he hung up in Drake's face.
Drake looked at his phone and shook his head. [What am I gonna do....What the fuck am I gonna do...]
---
30 minutes later Safaree and Chassidy returned.
"I know it's a way we can get to where they at. SOMEBODY gotta know where this nigga stay...."
"Maybe I can call Eric. That's one of the guys in his close circles."
"ERIC??? The short nigga right?"
"...Yeah? Why? You know him too or sum'n?"
"WOW. That nigga approached me the same day I caught yo ass at my house. Yo What the fuck?! This some fucked up shit." Safaree slightly lost it.
"Whoaaa Whoaa. Slow down. Where he saw you at?"
"The car shop on Rose Blvd. He came up to me like we was cool nshit. Da fuck is this? Ion even know how this nigga FIND me."
"Wow. Seriously had no idea..." She had a puzzled look across her face.
Chassidy didn't realize WHY her gang was targeting Safaree and Nicki. Now that she knew SB and Lea already knew each other from back then, it was slowly coming together. No wonder he was putting so many peoples lives in danger to capture this nigga. But if SB's the one Lea was angry at....why did he take Nicki?
She took her phone and called up Eric.
"Waddup baby?"
She rolled her eyes. "Hey, um you got Lea's address?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"He uh....wanted me to come over to pick up something but I forgot to cop his address." she lied.
"Really? Oh. Well, lemme text it to you."
"Mmkay. Bye."
She hung up and looked over at Safaree with a smirk.
"Damn. Was it that easy? Yo dat nigga STILL dumb."
"Ion even know why he chose his dumbass to be in his INNER-circle." She shook her head.
While Chassidy waited on a text for the address. SB glanced over at Drake who seemed to be really annoyed at this point. Drake continued to sit with his head down, like he was thinking.
"Fuck wrong with him?"
Chassidy looked up, and looked over at Drake. "Who knows. Always crying nshit. Just leave him." She waved him off.
She looked at her phone as soon as she felt it vibrate in her hand.
E:
He up on the east side of Vancouver. 845 East 8 Ave.
Chas:
Thanks.
"Hey...Hey I just got the address! Come one we gotta get to an airport quick!"
"What? Wait. Where To???" Safaree jumped up.
"We have to catch a flight to Vancouver."
"VANCOUVER?! As In CANADA?"
"YES, nigga! Now COME ON!!!!" She pulled him along to the car as Drake silently followed behind them.
They all hopped into the car and sped off to find an airport miles away.
"Here I'll find us all a ticket so we can board the quickest flight there."
"It's gon take us straight there?"
"I hope so."
"Man YO WHAT THE FUCK. How dis nigga make it all the way to Canada with ha?" SB hit the steering wheel as he sped down the road.
"I never knew he lived that far...... The office is stationed in New York. I don't get it." Chassidy said while working on her phone.
"His smart ass knew exactly what he was doin. Guess he never told nobody his real address...." Drake chimed in.
"Yo you know where dis address at?"
Safaree held his phone up towards the backseat so Drake could see. He took a glance at it for a second before speaking up.
"...Yeah. Right near Fairview..."
Aubrey wouldn't tell Lea they were coming nor tell these two what he heard earlier on the phone. He simply sat back and held his peace for now.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Chapter 29
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."
---
"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.
---
"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.
---
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.
---
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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"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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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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{So this story is ending soon and me & @TeamNickiMinaj decided to write a brand new story with just Nicki in it. I won't start writing that until I completely finish this one. Until then, Visit here to check it out --------> http://behindcloseddoorsxx.blogspot.com <------------ Comment and Stay Tuned to dat!}
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."
---
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."
---
@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.
---
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."
---
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."
---
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.
---
"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.
---
"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.
---
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.
---
@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.
---
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."
---
"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."
---
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!
---
"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."
---
@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.
---
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.
---
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."
---
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."
---
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.
---
"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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