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Nicki's P.O.V.

It's been a week and some odd days since Nicki broke up with Safaree and he's been dragging her name through TMZ and TSR, stating all sorts of mess and creating a nightmare for Porsha and her PR team but Nicki could really give a damn about any of it.

She took a trip to New York with Beyoncé, Nicki didn't feel the need to bring anyone else with her. Since it was such a last minute trip, Nicki didn't bother to call her personal pilot because she wasn't the only one on vacation.

He was on a cruise with his family so it wasn't possible for him to drop everything at a moments notice even she wanted him to, which she didn't.

Nicki booked two first class tickets, pack her suitcases and they were gone within the hour. She drove her Range Rover to the airport instead of calling Adam. That and she might have still been a little salty for divulging information to her ex. Granted he was her current boyfriend at the time and she could understand his reasoning. Didn't mean she still couldn't be salty about it.

Lately, surprisingly, Beyoncé has been quieter than usual. Bey didn't really talk all that much unless Nicki started up a conversation with her only connection to the underworld.

The paparazzi haven't really caught wind of her shadow just yet but Nicki knew it wouldn't be long. She thought it would take longer for her to get use to Beyoncé following her around everywhere even though it was strictly necessary. But Nicki liked the company despite how it came about.

Next to her by the window, Beyoncé fidgeted in her seat and tried to get comfortable but it just wasn't happening and all that moving around was getting on Nicki's last nerve.

But she didn't want to cause too much of a scene so she just put her hand on Beyoncé's knee to stop it from bouncing and it surprisingly worked. Beneath her hand, underneath the denim jeans Beyoncé wore, Nicki could feel her muscles flexing.

"Bey?"

"Yes, Nicki?"

Nicki sighed heavily, was she really about to ask this question that's been swirling around deep in the corner of her mind? Yes. Yes she was.

"You said that all of you was mine to use, right?"

"Yeah."

"If I asked you to get rid of someone...would you?"

Beyoncé's eyes flashed and sent a shiver down Nicki's spine, she wasn't sure if it was a good feeling or not, but Beyoncé leaned forward a little too excited for Nicki's immediate comfort.

"Of course, who is it?" As if she didn't already know.

Nicki ignored the question with another one of her own, "How?"

"How what?"

"How would you do it? K...get rid of them?"

"Depends," Beyoncé shrugged, "Do you me to hurt him like he hurt you?"

It didn't surprise Nicki that Beyoncé already knew who Nicki was talking about. She'd been trying to keep her thoughts vague and happy but it was hard when headline after headline made her out to be the bad guy. And never bothered to take her side of the story into account.

"Yes. It was a matter of time before he died with all the jokes he was slangin' last week."

Beyoncé smirked, "And here I thought you were all talk."

"Having a demon suddenly pop up into my life had me rethinking my life choices for a minute. I thought you were here to take my life for all the sins I committed."

"But?" Beyoncè pressed.

"But," Nicki paused, choosing her next words carefully, "You're the smoking gun that I've always wanted."

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TBC...

I wasn't actually planning on updating today but I was listening to Shanghai and was like hm. Anyway thanks guys for voting!

Until next time...

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