Karma's Happenstance Part 2 (Nikki Sixx/OC/Guns n Roses)

In or out

Toronto, Canada
19. May 1988

Amy's POV

I sit in the limo beside Nikki and keep chewing my nails nervously. He's not looking at me but I know he's pissed. We haven't talked and he hasn't even looked at me once since we left the hotel to meet up with the others in Toronto.

I don't get him. Shouldn't he be fucking relieved to have me off his back? Isn't that how guys like him work? Screw the girl and move on?

That night had been a big fucking mistake. The best mistake I ever made in my whole life, but it was still wrong. This is going to end up in a disaster. I know it. As soon as my brother takes one look at me, he's going to know.

"Nikki..." I try again to talk to him and this time he lets out a sigh and turns his head to look at me for a second.

The look in his eyes nearly breaks my heart. Yeah, he's pissed but behind all the fucking hair, the ridiculous makeup and that evil glare, I can see he's hurt. Damn, who the fuck knew that Nikki Sixx could be hurt like that?

Without a word he turns back, staring out of the window again, like he did for the last hour.

"Come on Nikki. Just talk to me. I already explained..."

"The fuck you did, Amy!" He explodes, cutting me off. "You didn't explain shit to me before you just bailed. But I get it, Amy. I really do."

Wow. Shit. So he's even more pissed than I thought but at least he's talking to me again.

He sighs, "I thought there was something between us. Something I haven't felt in a really long time, Amy. Only to discover that you're just another groupie. Just fuck the rock star and get on with your life. Thanks for making this clear."

Geez, that hurt.
And he's wrong. So fucking wrong about this.

This wouldn't be so hard if I didn't care so much about him. But my brother is not going to allow this. If he's finding out, he's going to ship me off back to Indiana for sure.

"Don't call me a groupie just because you're mad," I sigh.

"Who's fucking mad?" He nonchalantly shrugs. "Things are more simple like this anyway. I came. I concord. I left. Story of my fucking life sweetheart."

"Oh that's all it was huh? Some fucking conquest? Bullshit Nikki. What about everything you said?"

He smirks and stares back out the window in silence.

"This is how you want it to be?" I ask.

He glares at me, "Well how the fuck else are you going to let it be Amy? You are the one who insisted on this being a one-time fucking deal. Not me. Remember?"

"We just can't risk it."

"Fuck Axl!" He shouts. "I don't care about your fucking brother!"

"Well I do ok? I can't go back to Indiana!" I shout back.

Nikki just shakes his head. "Back to square one, right?"

"Nikki," I sigh, "what the fuck do you want from me?"

"A fucking chance! Just to see if maybe something could work out between us. I thought we had some sort of a connection."

I honestly couldn't say that there wasn't anything there. There was. I felt it too.
"There's just no way...not with Axl around."

Nikki snakes an arm around my waist, "Well what about when Axl's not around?" He purrs in my ear and kisses my shoulder.

I can't help but smile. "What about times like this when I can manage to get you all to myself?" His voice laces around me as his fingers caress my skin.

"So now that you have me here all to yourself, what are you going to do?" I give him a cocky grin.

"First you're gonna get down on your knees and suck my cock. Then, when I've had my fill I'm gonna fuck you... hard!

What the fuck? Where the hell did that come from? I look at him with a frown, my arms crossing in front of my chest.

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

He stares me down.

"Sugar, I'm always serious when it comes to blow jobs."

I don't like the way he calls me sugar. It feels impersonal. Even though I don't like any pet names, I would still prefer ginger.

"Don't fucking call me that! And really? You couldn't just ask me nicely to suck your cock?"

He gives me a sleazy grin. "I don't ask nicely because I don't need to. Most women are more than willing to get down on their knees and suck it without bitching around."

Jesus, that stings.
I knock down the hurt and bite out, "Yeah, but I'm not most women. So you learn to ask nicely."

"Well, you want me to talk nice to you, then don't run as soon as you got off." He says with a dangerous glare.

There it is. The reason for him being a complete asshole. Meeting his hard stare, I think I see a flicker of hurt in his eyes. I honestly thought it wouldn't bother him but apparently it does.

"It's not that I can't find any other chicks to bang the hell out of."

Tears hit the back of my eyes but I force them away.

"If you want THIS woman to suck your cock, you'll have to say please."

"You want me to beg you to suck my cock?" The distaste is clearly in his voice.
"That isn't something I do, honey."

Why is he being such a fucking asshole? "Nikki..."

"Sorry, I don't do boy toy," he says just before staring out the window again.

"Nikki..."

He throws a hand up, "Just save it Amy. I'm fucking tired."

"Do you really want to leave this thing unresolved?" I questioned.

"Why bother trying to resolve it when it obviously can't be," he sighs.

"We can still be friends."

"Friends?!" He quips, "I wasn't looking to be fucking friends. I fucking wanted you. I wanted to try to see if maybe the feelings we had meant something."

"Nikki it does...but you just don't understand...I CAN'T go back to Indiana."

He pushes his hair out of his face with one hand and sighs again. I know he's frustrated but I can't help thinking how good he looks when he does that.

"What is it with that fucking family of yours that you're so fucking afraid of, Amy? I know your brother is bat shit crazy, but you seem to be normal most of the time. You're adopted or something?"

He has no fucking clue.

"Nikki... I push out again. "you have no idea...my father... it's complicated."

I have no idea what to tell him. No one ever believed us kids when we talked about what was going on in the Bailey's house. So we just shut up about it and dealt with it.

"No, Amy" Nikki cuts me off. "It's not that complicated. You're either in or out."

He does that thing with his hair again and I fight the urge to kiss him.

"Maybe we should just leave it at that." He sighs.

I nod, "Yeah, it's probably for the best."

He stares at me for a second with a strange expression on his face. There's nothing more I could say to him.

"Okay. Just be professional here and act like nothing's happened." He nods and turns back to look out of the window again.

That's what I wanted, right? So why does it feel like someone just cut my heart out of my chest?