*Nikki's POV*
I groggily woke up in a hotel bed and rubbed my face. I sat up, glancing over to the right of me and seeing a naked chick from the night before. Erika? Brittney? No I think it was Morgan. Actually, I don't really give a shit.
I slapped her ass and she woke up,
"Get up and get out of here." I told her and she did as I said, collecting her scattered belongings as she turned to say something to me. She decided against her better judgment to not talk and leave quietly.
Smart girl.
I groaned when the hotel phone started ringing, "What?" I answered.
"Morning Sixx, we have some visitors." Mick was on the other line,
"Come down to the bistro and get yourself cleaned up." He said and I hung up.
I threw on some clothes and adjusted my hair in the mirror after splashing water on my face. I stopped at the table and snorted some coke, and put on some sunglasses and left.
Some people have coffee first thing in the morning, I do drugs...I don't see a difference, they're both stimulants.
I walked into the bistro and saw the boys eating breakfast with Tonya, Lucia and- oh shit Vanity is back from Texas. I cleared my throat and sat down, "Hey man." The boys all said and I nodded in acknowledgement.
"Morning Rockstar." Vanity said while smiling at me from across the table. Her voice seemed a little tired.
"Morning doll face...when did you get to Vegas?" I asked her and she put down her cup of coffee,
"Last night, the girls wanted to meet half way and then drive back." She explained,
"And you didn't tell me because?" I joked with her and she rolled her eyes,
"I knew you'd already be preoccupied." She said with a smirk plastered across her stained red lips,
"How was Texas?" I questioned, Vanity looked away from me and her whole demeanor changed.
"It was fine." That was all I got out of her,
"What happened?" I questioned her again and her eyes met mine again.
"Nothing happened Nikki, just let it go." She replied shortly before taking another sip of her coffee.
I don't know why she has to be stubborn, I can tell by the dullness in her hazel eyes that something happened while she was there. They aren't as golden as they have been the last few times I've seen her, even if that sounds stupid. She may put up a good tough girl persona, but her poker face is complete shit.
"Vanity..." I said her name low and slow and she looked at me for a split second,
"Nikki...please." She begged me, while shaking her head but her eyes were watering up.
Shit. I didn't want to make her cry, I was just trying to seem like I cared. I shouldn't say it like that, I do actually care about how she's feeling.
"Excuse me." Vanity spoke out and left the table.
"What did you do now Sixx?" Vince asked me and I glared at him,
"I didn't say jack shit." I snapped at him, and then got up and followed her out side to the patio where she was smoking a cigarette.
"God, why don't you fucking quit." She snapped at me, but I let it slide and pulled up a chair in front of her,
"Look at me." I instructed her but she didn't.
I gripped her chin between my thumb and forefinger as I made her look at me,
"That's better, now tell me what happened." I repeated myself, finding myself becoming frustrated with her.
"My dad's dying." She said with no emotion in her voice,
"He only has a few months to live." She said while sniffling and taking a drag, I then moved my hand from her chin and brushed pieces of hair out of her face.
"Oh doll...I'm so sorry..I uh, I don't know what to say."
And in all honestly, I really didn't know what to tell her. Family has never been a strong suit of mine.
"And they want me to come back there once a month to see him." She continued and I nodded,
"I'll fly you out sweets, whatever you need, I got it." I told her, and she chuckled.
"Nikki..." She said and looked at me and took off my sunglasses and I closed my eyes for a few seconds to adjust to the brightness,
"I don't need your money." She told me but I put my hand up,
"I know you don't, but I also know you have a shitty ass job that doesn't pay well." I expressed but she laughed again.
What was so funny?
"No...Nikki I don't need your money. I have my own." I laughed,
"Vanity, you're a waitress. You don't have money." She shook her head and put the cigarette out.
"Sixx, I'm not who you think I am." She said and I was confused, what the fuck does that mean?
"I come from a very rich family...I am very fucking wealthy, the townhouse we have in the city? Yeah, I uh kinda own it." She told me and I furrowed my eyebrows and tried following along.
"Nikki, I probably have more money then you do." She said smugly and I smirked,
"Really?" I slumped back into the chair, I couldn't comprehend it.
"We have a huge company that's family owned and we pump oil, and we have oil stocks, and it's been around for about oh, I'd say fifty years now." She explained, "Blackwood oil industries." She added on and then was quiet,
"So I appreciate it, I do...but I don't need your money."
"That makes so much fucking sense now." I finally put a thought together,
"You wear too nice of clothes for a waitress to afford. Why didn't you tell me from the beginning?"
I questioned her and she shrugged.
"Don't give me-" I mocked her shrug, "that shit." I warned her and she took a deep breath in and then exhaled and looked at me.
"I didn't want you to judge me, and think I'm a snobby brat, and I didn't want you to use me." She hesitated as she looked down at her dark blue painted nails.
"You're a brat regardless, sometimes I just want to take you over my knee."
She gave me a cheeky smile when I said that and I think I even made her blush?
"And what makes you think I would use you? That's a misconception of me you shouldn't have." I advised, but she shrugged again,
"You use every chick you come across, so I thought I wouldn't be any different from the rest."
I clenched my jaw, and looked away from her,
"I actually give a fuck about you so I wouldn't of done that shit." I growled at her and she nodded but wouldn't dare meet my gaze.
"I'm sorry, that's just how it's always been with people I've met and befriended." She apologized to me, and I sighed,
Fuck anybody who has ever tried to hurt her, and who even remotely has the fucking thought of hurting her. I'd kick all their asses just to see that beautiful fucking smile on her face.
"You need to start remembering that I'm an okay guy, I'll have your fucking back as long as you have mine." I said while making her look at me once again.
"I know Nikki, I know."
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Love and Leather
Fanfiction"We'll be fine. You wanna know why? Because were Nikki and Vanity." She nodded, staring up at him with eyes full of hope and love. "...And we get through everything. We'll be okay."
