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Onika Maraj Phantom Nightclub
October 4
As soon as we got in the car, Kehlani and Rihanna were already at it, like I knew they would be. Their back-and-forth had me so distracted that I ended up knocking over some woman's drink.
I felt terrible, so I paid for another one and tried to focus on having a good time.
"Can we have a good time?" I asked, trying to break up the tension as we hit the dance floor.
Rihanna raised an eyebrow and said, "Okay, midget, relax, we good."
Kehlani, still puffing on her blunt, muttered, "For how long?"
Rihanna shot her a look. "Don't start."
I rolled my eyes and pushed past them, feeling the beat of the music as our song came on. I bent over, slowly throwing my ass back, and felt Kehlani's presence behind me, moving with me.
I didn't even care; I was lost in the moment.
Rihanna hyped me up, shouting, "Fuck that shit up, Nic!"
That was all I needed to hear, and we laughed, vibing, lost in the music. But then I felt someone watching me. My eyes caught the same blonde woman from earlier, and something about her stare had me curious.
Before I could figure it out, though, I felt a tap on my arm.
I sighed, knowing exactly who it was. Tiny's large frame blocked my view. Wasn't shit tiny about his big ass.
"Trigger want you," he said, his voice carrying that unspoken authority.
I stood up, smoothing out my dress. "I'll be back," I told the girls. Kehlani grabbed my arm, her eyes searching mine.
"You good?" she asked silently.
"Yeah, I'm good, K," I replied, giving her a reassuring smile.
Tiny led me through the back, where the bathrooms were, and stopped in front of a door guarded by another bodyguard. He flashed his badge, and the door swung open, revealing a hidden elevator.
I couldn't help but think about how careful Trey was about keeping me hidden. I wondered if it was because of other women or if it was truly for my safety.
But I knew better than to question him. Never.
The elevator doors opened to reveal Trey and his boys lounging, smoking, and drinking. Trey was sitting at his desk, looking relaxed and in control.
His boys greeted me with a casual "Wassup, Nic," and I gave a nervous smile and a wave in return.
Trey looked up and gestured for me to come over as he took a sip of Jack Daniel's.
