"What do you mean who sent m-"
"WHAT THE FUCK NAS?!" She saw he had the gun pointed at her and she became alert.
"Nigga get that shit out my face."
"Nah bitch! You bitches think you can play me? NO ONE plays me."His voice was slowly raising in volume. "I worked hard for this shit. Nobody is gonna mess up that."
"That's not why I'm here! No one sent me." Nicki tried to reason as he kept the gun pointed.
"You expect me to believe two bitches come and tell me they wanna do business and show up with nothing? What kind of shit is that?" He asked.
"I'm not trying to play you... trust me."
"Trust you?" Nas laughed coldly, "I don't even trust family. Why the fuck would I trust you?"
"I-" Just as Nicki was about to speak, Lamar and Ang returned but once they saw the gun being aimed at Nicki, they stopped and looked.
"Yo, Nas, man! Chill out with that shit." Lamar yelled.
"Are you crazy? Nigga put that shit away! Nicki what's going on?" Ang looked at Nicki with a scared expression.
Nas didn't say a word, all he did was put the gun back in his waistband and gestured to Lamar. "Get these bitches out of here."
Nas looked at Nicki one last time with a cold stare before turning his back to her.
Nicki used that as her chance to run out with Ang right behind her.
Lamar met the girls outside. "Ya'll gotta go. He'll be back out soon."
"Fuck is up with his ass?! He pulls a gun out on my girl and expects shit to be okay?!" Ang yelled.
"Look, chill out aight? I'll call a cab to meet you at the store on the corner." Lamar spoke and points down the road.
"I'm sorry about all this. He just has a hard time trusting people. It's nothing personal."
"Yeah, aight. He's lucky I had that gun or I would have beat his ass."
Ang didn't give Lamar a chance to respond, instead, they began walking down the road.
•
"Man, what the fuck was that?" Lamar yelled as he approached Nas.
"I was handling my business." Nas shrugged and sat back in his chair, relaxing.
"Nah, that wasn't handling shit. You tryna get locked up? You can't be pulling guns out on these girls, man."
"What I say? They wasn't tryna do business. I know they wasn't bout shit! Talking bout trust? Ha." Nas shook his head, "I trust nobody."
"You like her." Lamar spoke.
Nas looked up up, "Who?"
"Nicki. I saw the way you was looking at her. It hurt you to pull that gun out."
Lamar continued.
"Man, whatever. I don't give a fuck about a groupie."
•
"Talk, Nic. You've been silent since we got back." Angela spoke as she stared at Nicki who was in a trance.
"What is there to say? I had a gun drawn on me." Nicki spoke.
"What happened? I thought you two liked each other?" Ang asked.
"He's been hurt before."
"Huh?" Angela asked confused.
"You didn't see his face. He was hurt. It was like he wanted to trust me but he couldn't. He looked so sad."
"Oh.. do you think he would have... you know.. shot you?"
Nicki just shrugged, "I don't know. I just wish he would have given me a chance to explain."
Angela stared at her, "Nicki, I know you're not catching feelings for this man!"
"What? No. Of course not." Nicki denied her assumption.
"Mm.. can't fool me. You care way too much."
"I can't care. We'll be putting him behind bars for YEARS soon. There's no way I could get to that point." Nicki responded.
"I hope not. This is not an easy job. I advise you to check those feelings at the door."
