Chapter 2

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Queens, New York
Wednesday, September 5
Onika

"Babe, why you got me in this damn dress? You know this shit is too damn tight on my girls." I adjusted my breasts.

He put one hand behind my seat then leaned over, kissing one of my breasts before leaving a wet hickey on it. "These girls will be just fine when they come home to Daddy."

I bit my lip. "You gonna fuck me in this car Daddy?"

His eyes went back to the road while sneaking sexy glances my way. "Right there in that backseat."

"Mmm." I hummed seductively in his ear, sucking on his earlobe.

He pulled out of my grasp and came to open the door on my side.

That was one thing I hated about Kaylin. He was scared of what freaky Nika will do to him. He wasn't rough with me at all, he liked to 'make love to me' and yeah that was cool but sometimes I needed him to stop going slow and pound my shit until I can't breathe.

"Come on beautiful." He kissed my cheek.

I looked up at the club name. 'Drip'. There was something weirdly familiar about the vibe of this place. Sure it looked like fun but I felt like I had already been here at least one time. Not possible. This club had only been here for a year, it used to be a wedding venue so it was huge.

When we got to the door, there was a line of security. So fucking familiar!

When we got in, my eyes widened. Half of these women were naked, the others only in a small thong and pasties. They all looked like prostitutes, they all looked like they loved this job as well.

Shit. Overwhelmed is an understatement.

I looked around the huge front room and my eyes popped out of my head when I saw Beyonce sitting in front of at least four girls. She was licking her lips and feeling on their asses. She loved that shit and it made me mad. I wanted that bitch to hate her life and here she goes, loving it.

Just seeing her was turning me into someone I used to be five years ago. At twenty-four, I am poised and respectful. I don't do the things I used to do, especially around Beyonce. She turned me into a terrible person and I didn't want that to be me anymore.

"Who's that?" I asked Kaylin, pretending that I didn't know who Beyonce was.

"The bitch I was telling you about, Lucifer. She thinks no one can touch her so I'm gonna be the one to bring her down. She's the one that told me to bring you." He said. That shit just made me mad.

"And you listened to someone that you don't even like?"

"You don't understand Nika, it's a game thing."

Oh, I understand, he just doesn't know that. Kaylin thought he was my first everything, he thought that I was a virgin, and he thought the first time we had sex (the moment we met), he was the one that got me pregnant. But nope. Cavalli was Beyonce's.

"Okay." I told him.

I followed behind him as we headed right over to Beyonce. When she saw Kaylin, she clenched her jaw but the moment she saw me behind him, her eyes narrowed and she stared between the two of us. Kaylin ignored it, pulling me close to him.

"This is my lady, Onika." He smiled.

"This is your lady?" She asked.

Pretty Boy started laughing and Matteo did as well. I don't know why the hell they're laughing, ain't shit funny. Absolutely nothing, I was so scared.

"Yep."

"How come we've never seen her?"

"I don't take her with me like that. Work and home are seperate. Onika, my ch—"

"Yes, I'm his woman." I said. I already knew Kaylin was going to tell her about Cavalli. I didn't need Kaylin to open his mouth about her, especially since Cavalli is actually hers.

She narrowed her eyes at me then just stared at Kaylin. "Kaylin, let's talk son." She grabbed Kaylin by his neck and pulled him into a backroom. And he just let her.

"Hey Nika, what you doing with Kaylin?" Pretty Boy asked.

"That's my man."

He shook his head. "Not for long. That man is finna die, you know how Lu gets down."

"She better not touch him." If she was planning on killing my man, she better change her plans because he did absolutely nothing to her. I know that now that she knows we're together, she'll try something even more.

"Shit!" Kaylin yelled.

"Sounds like she already did." Pretty Boy laughed.

Matteo was holding onto Kaylin while he held the side of his stomach. I could see him bleeding. Her bitch ass fucking shot him.

I fumed, walking right past Kaylin, into that backroom. Beyonce was sitting on a luxury red couch, smoking. Her gun sat next to her as she smiled at the naked women in front of her.

"Why the fuck did you shoot him?!" I yelled.

They all looked at me but paid me absolutely no mind. I had to get in her face for her to look at me at all.

"Back up Onika, we not doing this number again."

"Why did you shoot him?"

"I don't know what you know but this ain't got shit to do with you. Kaylin is a rival and you know exactly what I do to my rivals. Either you fall out of love with that soft ass nigga or you gon' be grieving his death." She shrugged.

"Why the fuck is that easy for you Lu?!"

She stood up, towering over me. "Check your nigga before you ever come trying to check me. You don't know what the fuck that nigga doing in these streets. You really think that nigga don't take you nowhere 'cause it's business? You dumber than I thought."

"What are you talking about?"

"Figure it the fuck out and keep your man at home for now, if he come around me, I'mma kill him."

I looked down. "You gon' kill him anyway."

"At least you know."

"I fucking hate you."

"That's not my business. You hate ME when you were the on- You know what? Pretty Boy, get her and her bitch out my club."

Pretty Boy escorted me out of the club and Kaylin was already in his seat with his hand covering his wound.

"I'm sorry baby, I shouldn't have brought you out." He apologized.

"You got shot."

"She pussy. She said she don't miss but she only shot me in my stomach."

Little did he know, she really does not miss. She did that on purpose. She didn't shoot him between his eyes because of me and I knew it. She didn't call me a bitch either. What the fuck was going on?

When we got home, I was so glad that none of the children were home. I had to treat his wound like I treated Beyonce's. It brought back crazy ass memories.

"I'm never taking you around there again, I don't want you to get shot."

"Okay babe."

**

I knocked on the door of Nana's home, holding my Prada purse close to my body. Things were always falling out of this thing. I might just have to give it away to Nana. She loves Prada anyway.

The door opened and I cursed under my breath.

Beyonce was standing behind Nana, cradling Cavalli to sleep.
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