Unfinished Business

Chapter 14

Nicki

We had no choice, but to the bring our families back to the home on the outskirts where we're hiding Drake. I have to admit I was nervous a little, but the only person that knows what is fully going on is SB's father. I'm fine with that because I know he's on my side, so that means more protection for me. I don't know who was shooting at us, but if my family gets hurt Onika is going on a killing spree. A lot of things have been going down hill down lately, but I guess it's all for a reason.

I woke up feeling as if I was the only one asleep, but I was wrong. I looked beside me finding no one, so that mean Safaree was already wake. I got up and out of bed putting on my house robe over my pink shorts and tank that revealed the erectness of my nipples. It was a little more chilly that usual. I slipped on my slippers and eased my way out of bedroom. After walking down the stairs and holding onto the greenish wall and rail I finally reached the end of the stair case. I knew where I was going, but I didn't know what I was going to do or what I'm doing right now. I'm guessing everybody else was asleep due to the only voices I heard coming from the television in the kitchen. I knew Safaree, Wayne, Gotti, and Ronnie were in the only obvious place doing the obvious. I smiled. It's my time now to get my taste of sweet revenge. I twisted the door knob to the basement door walking down the spiral steps, but I didn't see any of the voices that I was hearing.

"Safaree?" I semi-yelled as I watched the walls separate.

"Yeah Nicki?" He said as he came between the brick wall.

"Is he in there?"

"Yeah, come on follow me." Safaree said as I followed him through the walls letting my surroundings absorb inside me. I could smell blood and see blood all on the floor by this body that looked completely lifeless. I tasted the fear in the atmosphere. It wrecked of some foul order of something that died in here or maybe it was the shit bucket under this body's seat.

"Yeah, nigga wake up. The reason why you here is here." Safaree said slapping him.

"Drake." I stated.

Drake raised his head to look at me with two swollen black eyes and a bloody mouth. I glanced at his fingers seeing his fingernails were gone. I noticed his hairline wasn't so perfect and his beard had grown out of its shape. This didn't look like the Drake I knew. They've tortured this nigga hella bad. I couldn't stomach seeing him this way. I actually felt sorry for him. I know what he did to me was wrong. Yes, I know I know, but I can't stand seeing him look like this. I once did care for him, but then again he did hurt me.

"Mmm.." He groaned as he sighed.

I looked at everyone only to see them watching me. "How does it feel?" I asked.

"What?" Drake asked using his gums that were visible and blood leaked out of the side of his mouth.

Wayne pinched Drake's nipple. "Don't question her motherfucker. Just answer the question."

"I'm numb. Thanks to you." Drake said trying to smirk with his swollen face.

I swung my hand across his face slapping more blood out of his mouth. "Watch what the fuck you say to me. I'm the one that's keeping you alive. My boys would've been killed you. So keep that disrespectful shit to yourself you got it?" I pointed my long fingernail in his face as I spoke.

"Yeah I got it." He said as I began to turn around.

"But one more thing Nicki." He said causing me to look his way.

"YE-" before I could speak he spat in my face and I sent another slap across his face. Every man in my life knows I don't know play when it comes to my face. Secondly, I never tolerate disrespect. Drake really brought this war upon himself.

"Where y'all at?" We all focused on Val's voice coming from up the stairs.

"We'll be up. Cook us some breakfast ma. It's too messy to come down now." Safaree said pushing us out the separated walls.

"We will be back." I said never looking back as we all exited the basement and closed the doors walking directly into the kitchen.

"What were yall doing down there?" Val asked never looking up from the frying pan. We all scattered out in different areas of the kitchen. I saw Safaree eye balling me like he wanted me to leave.

"Nothing baby. Just trying to fix it up for a little man cave." Ronnie chuckled as he lied.

"BLOOD ON YOUR CLOTHES." Safaree mouthed to me as I looked down seeing them.

"I thought Nicki was in there too because I didn't see her in your room when I checked on everybody this morning." Val said as I eased out of the kitchen just before she turned around.

"Uh well I guess not." Val said letting the conversation go."

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Later that day we all cleaned and cooked as usual. We ate and went our separate ways today. I guess today is just a chill around the house day. I can't really do much with Drake since everybody's here. I don't know if we should kill him slowly or just let him live a slow tortured life.

I climbed between Safaree's legs trying to get his attention. This is why I hated when he played these little games, but I loved it too because it kept him in much.

"Babe" I whined.

"Yeah?" SB bluntly said.

"Play with me!" I begged like a baby.

"Ma I'm playing the game. Wait till I'm done." I listened to Safaree say as I grabbed the remote and turned the television off.

"You're done." I smirked evilly only causing him to shake his head in disappointment.

"Really beautiful? That's what we do now?"

I blushed at his beautiful compliment. "Yes baby." I kissed him only for him to peck me back before my cell phone began ringing.

I picked up my phone checking the caller ID. I noticed an unknown number that shouldn't have been on my front screen. All of my contacts have my number. "Babe look.." I showed SB only for him to frown and take the phone from me answering it.

"Yeah?" He answered placing the call on speaker.

"Yeah? Who's this?" The familiar manly voice questioned as if he owned whoever he was calling.

"Nah you called this number who this?" Safaree said with his deep Brooklyn accent.

"This Aubrey, where's Nicki?" I listened to the voice say. This can't be Aubrey, he's downstairs in the basement. I shook my head no.

"Nah it ain't. Nigga you in my basement." Safaree chuckled.

"Huh? Actually no I'm at Onika's home in Beverly Hills. Where is she?"

"Look I know this isn't Aubrey, matter of fact hold up." Safaree said as we both eased down stairs to the basement opening the walls to see Drake sitting right here.

"I don't believe you. Prove me wrong and come to the home on the outskirts. You say you family you should know where it's at." SB said before hanging up.

We told Ronnie and Gotti what was going on before being confused as hell as to why this wouldn't be Drake right here. Whoever this is he sounds, looks, and walks like Drake. Something ain't right about right picture.

"Yo pick ya head up blood clot!" I yelled.

"What's yo name son?" I questioned him as he picked his head up and smirked at me.

"You'll find out sooner or later, but I am Drake."