Chapter 8: Love & War

No one POV

Safaree stood at the bottom of the stairs staring at the door that Nicki just walked out of at 11 PM. He couldn’t understand for the life of him why she was acting this way. On one part he could understand that she deeply thought she was pregnant and every time she took a test or went to the doctors she got shut down.

Safaree POV

But that still doesn’t explain why Nicki said she wants one thing from me which is my baby. We’ve tried the relationship thing before and it just didn’t work. Not to say I don’t love her or want to try again because that would be a complete lie. But it has always been me on the side lines, begging Nicki to try again, and to just let me love her. And she has ALWAYS shut me down. But to now find she really wants my baby?! And is acting this recklessly because I haven’t gotten her pregnant is crazy. What the hell am I gonna do?! Where the hell do I go from here?! Where do we go from here?! Do I give her the baby she wants? Not to say I don’t want a baby too. I’m just shocked. Completely shocked. Not once has Nicki mentioned to me. She just goes off the rails!

“FUCK” I shouted, as it echoed through the whole big empty house. I slowly sat down on the L shaped sofa. How the fuck am I going to find Nicki?! Where the hell would she go at this time of night? Fuck that! I need to get in the car and go after her. I walked into the kitchen and went to the key rack. I first looked over the left side where Nicki kept her keys and none were missing. Which means she either walked, got a taxi, or got TT or Candi to pick her up as they were the only ones in LA at the moment. I looked towards the right side to grab my keys for the white range when I realised they were missing. I haven’t taken the range in days. I grabbed the remote to open the garage from the kitchen counter and pressed the button. All cars were there except the range.

“Damn!!!” I shouted as I stormed back in the house grabbing the keys to the black range. This means that Nicki could be absolutely ANYWHERE by now. And as angry as she is she could be doing anything, with anyone!! I set the alarm and went into the garage shut the door behind me and got in the black range rover and pulled off. God knows where I’m driving too. I scrolled through my phone and decided to call TT.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up!!” I said to myself. I needed to know where Nicki was now, and TT could be my answer to it!

“Wassup Safaree? Where’s Nicki? Is she ok?” I heard TT say through the receiver. I hit the steering wheel out of anger.

“Hey … Ummm. TT. I guess you haven’t seen her then? She was in the bathroom and wouldn’t open the door, so I broke the door down when I heard her screaming. I walked in to find pregnancy tests scattered all over the floor. About 15 of them, on Nicki’s bathroom floor. All saying negative. She stormed out of the bathroom and I asked her what is wrong…” I stopped just thinking about the crazy situation, that had happened.

“SAFAREE, you better continue!” TT shouted at me.

“Um … and she said that I have sex with her on a rare occasion, but I don’t give her what she wants, which is a baby. And then she stormed out of the house, saying she was going out.” I said, realizing I was kind of out of it.

“Safaree, this baby thing is a lot more serious than we obviously know about. But we have to think about that later. We gotta find Nicki. Have you tried that club that you used to go too when you too used to argue all the time. Not the one with the strippers but the other one. I can’t more remember what it is called … Umm.....Oh! Rocks Night Club.”

“YES, thank you TT!! I know what you’re talking about. Lets just hope she is still in it by the time I get there” I sighed and put down the phone. Continuing to drive to my old favorite place.

No One POV

Nicki hopped in her range and sped off. While driving to no place in particular Nicki was heated. She didn't know whether to drive straight into Safaree's new Mercedes, or cry in an abandoned place. She fidgeted with the radio station and her grip on her wheel. She couldn't stop moving. She took deep breaths in efforts to calm herself as the stop light turned red. Sitting there, waiting for the light to change, she suddenly reached toward the passenger side and shuffled through her bag. She pulled out a business card and her cell phone. Struggling to open her phone with her shaky hands, she glanced at the card and typed in a number. She put her phone to her ear,

"It's me Nic, I can't explain much right now, but you need to meet me at Cashmere on forty fifth in five minutes." She hung up before they could reply. The light turned green and she raced down the road. In a matter of minutes, she entered the city streets of LA. Usually all the flashing lights and advertisements intrigued her, but not this time around. She had a destination, and she was focused on getting there. Nicki slowed down as pedestrians crossed the street. After getting past the crowd, she pulled up to spot. She checked herself in the mirror and cringed at the sight.

"I look like a bum," she spoke aloud to herself.

She wiped away the smeared eyeliner, and reapplied her lipstick. She wanted to wear red lipstick, because it always made her feel sexy no matter what she looked like. She quickly took off her Versace T-shirt and let her natural hair down. She took one last look of herself,

"This bra by itself might look too much with these cut out leggings." She contemplated.

"Whatever! I use to wear bra's out the house all the time and imma go back to it."

She grabbed her bag and hopped out the car. She walked around the front of the car and tossed her keys to the valet guys standing outside of Cashmere,

"Take care of my car or I'll take care of you! And NOT in a good way," she side eyed the man.

He gave her a nervous head nod back, reassuring her that he understood the command.

She walked away and entered the glamorous nightclub.

She smirked when she heard voice blaring through the speakers. "I luv dem strippers" was on, and she happened to walk in on her verse. Her attention was diverted when a hostess walked up to her,

"May I find you a table?" The tall and muscular chocolate man asked.

Nicki chuckled noticing the guy was trying so hard not to stare at her chest.

"NO, I'M FINE, THANK YOU. I'M HEADED TO THE BAR," she yelled trying to be heard over the loud music.

"Alright then, if you need anything my name is Mark, and I'll be around ALL night," He said winking at Nicki.

Nic rolled her eyes at his annoying attempt to flirt and walked away. As she walked towards the large bar, she looked up at the amazingly athletic strippers going up and down twenty foot poles.

"YASSSS BOO," she yelled to the girls, knowing that they would never be able to hear her over the music.

She walked over to the bar stools wondering how she would get up on them. The seats had to be at least five feet tall. She stepped on the little bar underneath the stool to help her up. When she got on top of the seat, she swung her purse up onto the bar top. She could see everything from where she was. She could see all the mirrors reflecting off silver light, to make the place look like a place of diamonds. She turned back around facing the bartender.

"WELCOME TO CASHMERE, WHAT CAN I GET YOU TO DRINK?" The female bartender yelled.

"JUST HIT ME WITH THREE SHOTS OF HENNY FOR NOW." Nic replied.

The woman nodded, and left to go fulfill her duties.

Nicki sat and bobbed her head to the music. The club was going old school. They were playing 'Love Like This' by Biggie. Nicki began to sway her hips in the seat. She began to sing along,

"I never knewwwwww there was a loveee like this before....Never had some-,"

"YOO This is my Jam," a voice said near Nicki's ear.

She whipped her head around.

"Who the hel-" she stopped what she was saying when she saw who it was.

"Oh it's you. Glad you could make it."

"No problem." Tony Replied.

He stepped on the bar to get up on the stool.

"So to what do I owe this honor Nicole?" He smiled at her.

"Well uh...I'm just a little stressed and I need a good time...can you give me that?" Nic asked while licking her lips seductively.

Tony shifted in his seat uncomfortably,

"Oh yes! ....I mean... cause...you can ask any of my friends...I give a great time," He stammered.

Nic ignored his rant and turned fixed her focus on the bartender who was bringing her drinks.

"Here you go ma'am. Let me know if you need anything else."

"Actually you can just keep them coming but double the dosage. I'd like six shots of GTV Vodka please," Nicki told the woman.

The woman was taken aback by the request of so many hard liquors but she had to comply because nicki was the customer.

"No problem," and with that the lady walked away.

Nicki wasted no time, she picked up each glass, and let the tingling, burning liquid slide down her throat. Nicki squeezed her eyes shut trying to take it to the head. Tony looked at her in concern and put his hand on her thigh,

"Nicole are you okay?" Nicki opened her eyes.

"Call me Nic, and yes I'm fine," He smiled at her.

"Well I knew that already," Their eyes met and Nicki blushed.

" Awwww, you're such a fucker," They shared a laugh.

"So tell me more about yourself," Tony questioned.

Nicki picked up one of her shots that had been refilled and took it straight back. She stood still for a moment trying to recover,

"Damn, that one was strong," He looked with disappointment. He shifted in seat again.

"Do you drink often?" He asked.

"Hell naw, I can't hold my liquor for shit," Nicki laughed obnoxiously. It was evident to Tony that she was already getting tipsy. He wasn't sure how to feel about this girl; he really like her and he though she was a real down to earth girl, but the way she's acting is not the person he though she was.

"Oh okay," He replied. Nicki was still taking shots as he was talking and then it hit him.

"Wait, Nic aren't you..." Nicki suddenly glared at him.

"No, I'm not fucking pregnant," Tony got scared. Before she didn't really mind talking about it, but it definitely seemed as if it was a forbidden topic. Nicki broke his train of thought.

"Do you want a drink sexy boy?" He shook off the way she's been acting and just decided to enjoy her company.

"Sure thing sexy lady," He grabbed one of her shot glasses.

"On the count of three me and you both go okay?" Nicki smiled at him and nodded her head. He counted.

"One...Two...Three," They swung their head back and swallowed. They both scrunched their faces as if they had tasted something sour.

"WHOOOO" He screamed. Nicki laughed at him as he came alive.

"Damn girl you really can't hold your liquor,"

"Oh verd? because you the one over there sweating like you popped a molly,"

"Oh gee willikers I've never popped a molly ever before in my life. why I wouldn't know what that feels like." Tony said in his nerdy voice.

"Oh my gosh like really? Neither have I, to be like totally honest," Nicki added in her best valley girl impression. They both busted out laughing. They were finally having a good time. Nicki was forgetting about her trouble and Tony was finally able to have fun with a girl he liked.

"EXCUSE ME MISS LADY!! WE NEED TWELVE MORE SHOTS OF..." he looked at Nicki wondering what she wanted. She stared at him in awe.

"Whiskey!" she replied

"WHISKEY! BABY GIRL HERE WANTS SOME WHISKEY." He sat back down in his seat. They stared at each other with so much lust. Neither of them knew if it was true attraction or just the alcohol kicking in, but they didn't care.

Time passed by and they were now taking shots like it was water. They were now wasted. Tony was slightly better off than Nic. Nic was gone. She got a couple times to dance to her favorite songs and after a while Tony decided to join her, and before they knew it they were dancing like they've known each other for years. Nicki gave it to him. She twerked, dropped it low and Whined on his body. They were in a trance.

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*Safaree's POV*

Oh my gosh this shit is not happening right now man. I need to find her. I know her, when she gets weird and crazy mad like this she starts acting out. She shuts everyone completely out, and to be honest, I don't have time for her bullshit anymore. We need to talk as adults and discuss what's going on. I pulled up to Rocks Nightclub and hopped out my car. I ran into the club, and surprisingly it was pretty quiet. I got nervous. I saw one of my good friends Charles, owner of the place, and walked up to him.

"Hey man what's up," He greeted me. We dapped each other up.

"A lot. Me and Nicki are not in a good place right now at all,"

"Oh damn, sorry to hear that my G, so what happened?"

"I really don't have time to talk about it now but I'll tell you all about it later. I'm just tryna find Nicki right now. Has she come by here at all tonight?" I asked him.

"No she hasn't...sorry. Nobody has really come here tonight there's this new club called-" I cut him off and told him to hold on. TT was calling me.

"Check your instagram." She said sternly.

"Wh…What? Why? TT I'm doing something serious right-"

"CHECK YOUR PHONE DAMN IT." I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at it. Damn, she's serious.

"Okay I-" she hung up. I check my instagram and I didn't see anything at all except for the usual things people post. I refreshed my page and there it was. It was a picture of Nicki sitting on this dudes fucking lap and his hand was on her ass. I slammed my fist onto the bar table.

"UGHHHH," I growled. I'm so fucking heated. Who the hell was that nigga or should I say wigga. Oh when I see her she is going to-

"Aye man, this is the place I was gonna tell you about," Charles said looking at the picture of Nicki.

I looked at him with confusion.

"This is that new club that is stealing all our business," He continued.

"The place is called Cashmere on forty fifth," When he said that I grabbed my phone and left.

"Thanks Charles,"

 I hopped right back into my car and sped down the street. I was switching lanes like crazy. I made two left turns and there was the big sign to the club. The whole street was packed. Everyone was waiting in line for valet but I didn't have time for formalities. I just stopped the car and jumped out. When I entered the place, it was so packed. The place was the glamorous. It looked like there were diamonds everywhere. I walked passed the check in and saw the bar area. I walked over there, and she was no where near there. I wanted to kick all the stools down until I heard a group of people chanting, "Go! Go! Go!" I turned around I saw some of the biggest stripper poles I've seen in my life. There must have been a stripper there doing something dope because there was a crowd over there.

I didn't see Nicki at all, so why night be the man that I am and see some action. I walked towards the crowd pushing my way to the front. Then when I could see everything, it was this sexy as girl with cut out leggings dropping it low. She even was showing a little bit of her thong. This one guy was tipping her like it was nothing. I mean I can't blame him because this girl was doing some experience freaky shit. So I decided to indulge and pull some money out, when the girl turn around I saw her face.

"NICKI!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. She couldn't hear me because of the music. I jumped up on the stage, grabbed her arm so tight and dragged her out of the club.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING NIC?" I yelled at her. She just looked up at me with her eyes low as ever and her knees giving out every couple of seconds. She was gone. I could smell the alcohol on her breath and the weed on her skin. I grabbed her by the arm and walked her to the car. While we were walking I heard a mans voice.

"Aye...AYE! EXCUSE ME!!" The voice was getting closer so I stopped and turned around to see who it was. There was this man running towards us.

"What?" I asked in the most annoyed tone ever.

"Where the hell do you think you're going with her?" I looked at him as if he was crazy. That's when I realized that was the dude touching all over Nicki in the picture. I released her arm hoping she wouldn't fall and approached him.

"You better walk the fuck away right fucking now before I slaughter your ass. I'm taking her home," I informed him.

"Ohhhhhh Dere you are Tony....I was zookin all over for you." Nicki slurred while walking over to the both of us.

"Nic don't you ever talking to the bitch ass nigga ever again, We're leaving," I grabbed her arm, but she snatched it out of my grasp with in second.

"No...No..No. Nic don't like SB...He is meanie...I fuck him up for hurting me," She said to me. I looked at her with so much anger. She was too drunk to even see how serious I was.

"Yea. She's going with me...and you won't take her," This dude was clearly just as drunk as Nicki was. He grabbed her by the shoulder and cuddled her. She rested her head in his neck and they walked back down the sidewalk. I balled my fist up ready to go fucking steal that bitch in his head so he'd never wake up again, but it's not his fault. He doesn't know what's been going on.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" I Screamed into the dark night of the LA streets as I punched the brick wall and allowed my hand to gush out blood. I wiped it off on my jeans and walked back to my car. Oh she is going to regret this day. She knows how angry I can get, and she get terrified seeing me this way, but it's too late. She brought this war upon herself.

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