Slippin'
It's your number one diva Ms. Diamond "Queen" Belladonna slayin' these niggas in these Crenshaw streets. There is no time for friendly play where everyone isn't safe. She came from the trenches where no one came out alive. Bodies are dropping from every corner, babies born in a crack feen world.
Queen had been doing ten years for killing her boyfriend and his baby momma. She had a lot of catching up to do, she met a guy while in lockdown one of the POs who had only been working for LS Force for two years.
Nikko was a very charming and caring man, but he had bad intentions too not every police officer had a dirty background. He had been talking to Queen behind his boss's back and had been caught numerous times with her, but he didn't give two shits if he would've lost his job.
He always ensured she was good while in and out of the pin. It was Monday mid-day when she was released from LS Jail from the Women's Detention Center and a bitch was tired as fuck. Nikko drove up in this smooth-ass Bentley and parked it. Queen couldn't wait to get home, she was ready to get back to work, because that's all she knew, her money was her motivation and if her money flowed, she was happy.
She asked Nikko about her business when she was a proud owner of this newspaper that was given down to her by one of her old ex-bosses. Yes, she still had it even though she was in jail for so many years; if you knew about the city she lived in and was raised in then you'd know everyone was a crook at some point in time, and not everyone was a saint.
Pulling up to her penthouse, Queen looked at Nikko waiting for a reply on her businesses, "bae everything good you ain't got nothing to worry about, we have been doing good. Shaq has been keeping the brothers on the block in check now and then we have a few motherfuckers who try to take over, but you know we take care of all shit." She walks into her place everything where it is just as if she wasn't gone for years.
Queen slipped out her red bottoms and placed her red jacket over the chair near the dining room. Then walked upstairs to her bedroom and retrieved a few clips she had from the jailhouse. She had nothing but a connection for the best marijuana, rolling a few cones Queen sat on her bed kicked her feet up, and lit her weed. Nikko walks in sits on the side of her bed and takes a pull before lying next to her, "so gimme sum to make my body quiver, papa" she says, "I got you, Mama" Nikko replies.
They fucked for a good ole hour and fell asleep till waking up at ten that night. Nikko heads to the bathroom to run her bath and prep for a night out since it was his woman's night. He walks to Queen's bedside letting her know he had her aroma balls in the tub as she loved and a sponge to bathe in, he kisses her real hot while slipping his three fingers into her pussy. She moans to his deep thrusts and creams all over him.
Queen walks to the bathroom and removes her chains as she was already ass out naked. Thirty minutes pass and she is fully dressed in an all-black knee-high dress with a new pair of red bottoms. As they head down to the penthouse garage, Nikko gets a call from Quincy. Quincy was Queen's brother, they both had it hard growing up but whenever shit hit the fan, he was always there to make sure no bullshit hit the news or even get closer to the police officers.
Taking separate vehicles, Queen let Nikko know she'd meet him a little past midnight at one of the hottest clubs on the outskirts of Strawberry. She drives to her old neighborhood over on Vespucci, Queen thinks back on memories when was so good with her cuzzo's all the shootings to chilling with her old bestie Zah. It was a quarter past eleven thirty as she approached the club, there was a photoshoot going on, so she parked her Bullet close to the back of the club.
She checked her makeup and slipped her Prada shades on as she stepped out dressed down to the T. Queen approached the back door and knocked. A tall, dark-skinned man greeted her with a smile. "Hey, Ms. Killa, we've been waiting for you, girl. "As she stepped into "The Palace," the music was pumping with the latest remix of Fetty Wap's "Trap Queen" in another language.
The night was hot, and the club was even hotter. The crowd was packed as she walked in further, spotting her homies and a few familiar faces. "Heeeeyyy Bitch's!!!" she called out homies. Yes, life was good, and she was thrilled to see all her people. Everyone was excited to see her. Shanna walked over, embraced her sister, and handed her a of Rosé. "Bitch, it's time to turn the fuck up real shit, I'M HAPPY MY GIRL BACK HOES!!!"
They drank up and got fully messed up, laughing and enjoying the night. The club was alive with energy, the music thumping through the walls. Queen was in her element, dancing, and smoking in the VIP area, her movements fluid and carefree. The lights flickered and flashed, casting colorful shadows across the room.
Nikko walked into the club, his eyes scanning the crowd until he spotted Queen. He made his way through the throng of people, his presence commanding attention. As he approached the VIP area, he could see Queen's radiant smile and the way she moved to the beat of the music. He couldn't help but smile and laugh, feeling a sense of pride and admiration for her.
Queen noticed Nikko and waved him over, her eyes sparkling with excitement. He joined her in the VIP area, wrapping his arm around her waist as they danced together. The night was theirs, and they intended to make the most of it.
At one point, Queen took a break from dancing and sat down on one of the plush couches in the VIP area. She looked around at her friends, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for having them in her life. Nikko sat down beside her, handing her a glass of champagne. "To us," he said, raising his glass. Queen clinked her glass against his and took a sip, savoring the moment.
Unbeknownst to Queen, Nikko had one of the girls slip her drink. As the night wore on, she began to feel a strange sensation, her vision blurring and her movements becoming sluggish. She tried to shake it off, but the feeling only intensified. Nikko watched her closely while flirting with her sister Shanna. His face lit up in a sinister way, a smile parting his lips as he rubbed up Shanna's leg, hinting at a secret relationship behind Queen's back.
Meanwhile, Benny, her security guard, joined them in the VIP area, blending into the crowd as he danced and kept a watchful eye on the surroundings. He was there to ensure Queen’s safety, but even he couldn’t anticipate the treachery that was unfolding right under his nose.
The room began to spin as Queen yelled out, "What in the fuck?" Her vision doubled, and she tried to call out to her security guard, Benny, but he was on the other side of the VIP area, too far to hear her over the thumping music. She struggled to stand, her legs feeling like jelly and stumbled back onto the plush couch. Panic set in as she realized something was wrong.
Nikko, still flirting with Shanna, glanced over at Queen with a sinister smile. He knew the drug was taking effect, and he revealed the chaos it was causing. Queen's friends, oblivious to her distress, continued dancing and laughing, unaware of the danger she was in. It was her birthday, and she never would have thought this would happen.
Queen's heart raced as she tried to focus on Benny, sensing that something was amiss. Nikko eagerly had the urgency to rescue her.
"Don't worry baby, I got you. Just relax and let me take care of everything." His voice was smooth and reassuring, but a sinister undertone sent chills down her spine. He scooped Queen up, whispering to Shanna to keep everyone distracted.
Shanna, complicit in the plan, nodded and continued to dance, drawing attention away from Nikko and Queen. Nikko carried Queen out of the VIP area and through a side exit, where a sleek black car was waiting. Queen tried to speak, but she slipped unconsciousness. Nikko quickly placed her into the car and rushed to the other side of the vehicle, checking behind him for her security guard or anyone else who might be looking for them.
He checked the time, noticing it was one in the morning. He realized he only had a good time to do whatever he wanted before Benny noticed she was gone. Nikko's mind began to race with thoughts of what he would do next. He had planned this night meticulously, and everything was falling into place.
Nikko drove to a secluded location, far from the prying eyes of the city. He parked the car and carefully carried Queen into a small, dimly lit house. He laid her down on a bed, tying her hands securely to the bedframe. Nikko double-checked the knots, ensuring her hands were firmly restrained.
He then slipped her clothes off and his as well, climbing on top of her he penetrated her walls as if he wanted to rape her but also give her a spin on her life. Queen awakens just a little peeping him ejaculating himself into her pussy. "NIKKO!!!" Awakening and screaming, begging him to stop as he penetrates her ass. Her vision was hazy, and her mind was foggy, making it difficult to comprehend her surroundings.
Frantically, she resisted the constraints, but her efforts were feeble and disoriented. "I promised you a surprise, and this is just the beginning. Watch closely," Nikko repeated in a deranged manner as if he had lost touch with reality. After he finished his depraved act, he casually indulged in cocaine from the bedside table, leaving Queen's exposed body on the bed.
Sitting beside her, Nikko delicately brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face. "You have nothing to fear," he assured her with feigned sincerity dripping from his words. "Just relax and wait for the effects of the drug to fade."
Fighting panic, Queen's mind raced as she strategized her escape. She knew she had to remain composed and seize any chance to break free. Despite the fear consuming her from within, she refused to show any sign of weakness to Nikko.
As Queen’s mind raced trying to produce a plan to escape her crazy ass boyfriends’ hands. She knew he was an addict to cocaine, but she had no clue he would go this far just to have his way. She couldn’t let Nikko see her fear, even though it was consuming her from the inside. Nikko, still muttering about his “surprise,” paced around the room, his eyes never leaving Queen.
