Fatal Attraction || COMPLETED!

38.

So, it's almost 2 in the morning, but I notice that sometimes I neglect my Fatal Attraction readers so y'all deserved this update!!
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Michael pulled into the club parking lot looking around at the few cars that were parked in the far back row. He had about an hour before he needed to meet Farrah at her house so they could head to the airport, but first things first- he needed to deal with Nick.

He walked into the club where the bartenders were already clocked in and preparing for the Thursday night rush and Michael watched as the giggling girls made their way through the doors that lead to the locker room downstairs. He hated being in the night club because it just brought up bittersweet memories, so as he shook off the feeling, he made his way through the lines of tables toward the back where Nick's office was.

He didn't bother knocking as he twisted the knob and pushed open the door. The girl that had been stripping and dancing in front of Nick squealed and quickly went to cover herself the best way she could her caramel-skinned face turning red from embarrassment. Nick was unfazed as his eyes left her shielded body and over to Michael who stood in the doorway.

"Been almost a week since I heard from ya," Nick kissed his teeth and then with the wave of a hand sent the stripper on her merry way. She didn't even bother picking up her clothes off the floor, but instead hurried to exit the room. Michael moved to the side to let her out and then closed the door once she was. "Take a seat."

"Nah," Michael shook his head. "This ain't gon take long."

Nick's eyebrow lifted his green eyes staring intensively (and confusingly) in Michael's direction. Then a wicked smile came to his face as he laughed.

"You mad."

"You went after Farrah," Michael gritted, trying not to clench his fist that hung by his thighs. To resist the urge of walking up to Nick and punching him right in the face Michael put his hands in his pockets. "We had a deal, Nick."

"And I told you to tell her to back the fuck off. You ain't listen so I took matters into my own damn hands."

"She's a fucking cop. What the hell did you expect me to do, huh?" Michael took a deep breath and shook his head removing one hand from it's pocket and pointing in Nick's direction. "You went back on your word and because of that I don't owe you shit else."

"Oh you don't owe me?" Nick rose slowly from his chair behind the desk. "How the fuck I went back on my word Mike? I told you to come and work for me and in exchange I'd leave Janet alone and hold my peace with your lil' detective bitch."

Michael's jaw clenched, but now wasn't the time for him to get into a brawl with Nick over a little name calling no matter how much he wanted to beat his face in.

"It ain't my fault she don't know how to mind her damn business. So yeah I had to send her a lil' warning. I hope she enjoyed it too."

"She coulda died."

"Even better," Nick's hands went up and so did his shoulders in a shrug. "That ain't my problem. My problem is the fact that I told you to get her to back down and she didn't. It's makin' me wonder whose side you really on Mike."

"Farrah was off-fucking-limits. You knew that when we made this shitty ass deal and the minute you went back on that and harmed her all bets were off."

Nick's green eyes pierced Michael's brown ones. "What the fuck you talkem bout all bets are off? Nigga have you lost your damn mind? You might think you back to runnin shit Mike, but this right here is my fucking territory." He slapped his chest as he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls, "this is my damn Kingdom!"