Nicole Rogers is the daughter of Queens' most powerful man, who she hasn't seen for a long time.
But that all changes when she is forced to go back home after said man has an accident.
Upon arrival she runs into the last person she thought she'd eve...
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Trigger Warning: Pregnancy loss, panic attack, loss, and trauma. Read at your own risk.
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My eyes narrowed as I stood up, the words that he had said the next morning suddenly bouncing in my head as I did.
"Nikki, I-" he managed to say before I walked over to him and slapped him across the face.
"You don't get to act like you're sorry after three years. You had three years... I don't want to hear what excuse you're about to spit out... It's too late. Three years too late." I said, before turning away.
As I moved to leave the room, I heard him sigh and grab my arm, stopping me in my tracks. "At least listen to what I have to say before you storm off like a petulant child." He told me, as he tried to rein in his anger.
"I don't want to hear anything. Especially if it's coming from you. Remember? I'm just a little girl trying to fit into a world I don't belong in. You don't get to come here acting like we are the best of friends when you fucking know jackshit." I spat at him.
"I was fucking trying to keep you safe." He spits out, towering over me.
I shake my head, laughing cynically, "You were protecting yourself. Don't try to bullshit me." I told him.
"For fuck sake, listen to me. You were in danger, I was trying to fucking keep you out of it." He finally growls.
I let out a disbelieving laugh, before shaking my head at him, "The only danger to me is you being near me. I am not the same person you met in Vegas three years ago. So don't try to act like you're doing me a favor by pretending to care and protect me, because it's not something I care for you to do." I retorted.
"I'm not pretending. I'm only trying to fucking tell you what is happening. Listen to me." He repeats, agitated.
"What for? Didn't you say everything you needed to say the next morning after everything happened? Or do you want to add more to it?" I asked, sarcastically.
"Look, things have changed. I need you to understand that I was only saying those things because I wanted to protect you. Because I didn't want something to happen to you. I needed you to fucking hate me. If you did, you wouldn't want to be with me. You'd be safe." He enunciate.
I scoffed, "Wish granted. What else do you want to tell me? That I was a shit lay, perhaps that you want to have a go at my aunt or friends. I mean that is what men like you do, right? Why stop there? I mean the guy obviously has the recording why don't you ruin what's left of my life and put it on the internet." I told him.
"You're being unreasonable and unfair... You can't honestly hold that against me... Besides that shit is taken care of." He told me with a cold gleam in his eye. "Look, Pierce is after you again. If you are married he can't touch you, because he'd be provoking a war. Think about the possibility, don't just throw it out." He finally told me.
