BALLIN || A Nicki Minaj Story

CHAPTER XVII

Nicki

"Hey , Little fella. My name is Nicki. What's your name?"

"I'm Jordan ...but My friends call me Jody"

"Nice to meet you , Jody. Something tells me that we're gonna be the best of friends."

"We are??"

"Yes , we and are."

An alarm buzzing woke me up. It was just another flashback dream of Jody. Why have I been getting em lately? It doesn't matter. I got bigger things to worry about.

I got out of the lonely king sized bed & went straight into the built in bathroom. Staring into the mirror made me wonder a lot.... did I make Jacob suspicious when I freaked out earlier today? Did French actually take my friend or I'm just overreacting. So many weird shit happening at once ..... I gotta do something about this

Cardi

I woke up with a bitter taste in my mouth & a very numb feeling. I realized that my hands were free from those tight cuffs & i felt surprised.

The door to the bedroom opens & French walks in wearing his usual black colors of clothing. His butler , Tiny follows him inside.

"What's going on?" I asked nervously & stuttering.

"Tiny , take my little flower over here to the bathroom so she can get a nice shower." He said to Tiny

"Yes , sir."

"French , What is going on!?" I asked again out of curiosity.

"It's time. The Russian Mafia Leader , Vladimir Yinkov is on his way." He answered me. I just looked at him with fear in my eyes

"French , please don't do this to me. Please." I began to plead with him . Still no sign of guilt or sympathy in his eyes

"Once she's done getting herself clean , get her into that nice Louis Vuitton dress & keep an eye on her. She can be quite a slippery snake at times.. I'm off to a meeting .... I'll be back for you." Montana said with a wink & then he walked out of the bedroom.

Small tears began to rush down my face as I felt even more scared. I gotta escape this place , one way or another.....

Carti

Can't believe what I just saw at Central Park not so long ago. Is Flacko working with the feds? Or it's just a misunderstanding? Should I tell Ferg about this? I don't even know shit..... all I know is that I gotta get outta New York.

I drove into the underground parking lot & parked my Ferrari . I got out and walked into the elevator that took me straight to the reception

"Ah. Afternoon , sir. There's a certain lady who came by asking for you." The receptionist said with his goofy British accent

"Word? Did you tell her I ain't around?" I asked him

"Yes but she insisted on waiting for you , so I sent her up."

Wonder who could it be. Must be Nicki.....

>>>>>

I hopped out of the elevator as I reached the floor to my penthouse & I found company .... not nicki , but it was definitely a thick ass girl.

"Hey , Carti." She said as she winked at me

"Uhm do I know you?" I asked , seeming confused and shit.