Wifey: Part 2

Mia came back into the room and started massaging his neck and shoulders. “You tired, baby?”

Nico ran his hands down his face. “I’m good. Get me a drink?” He then explained that he was going to lie down for about an hour before they headed out to shop and gamble.

Mia liked the plan. After she poured Nico his drink, she went back to massaging his shoulders.

Nico loved the way Mia made him feel whenever she gave him a massage, and her hands never felt so good.

Nico’s phone charged to the point where it was able to turn itself on, and it began vibrating to indicate that he had messages. Nico gulped down his drink and put the glass down. He asked Mia to pass him the phone. Immediately he dialed his voice mail and heard three messages from BJ.

“Yo, call me as soon as you get this,” was the first message from BJ.

An hour later, BJ had called back and left another message. “My nigga, I don’t know if you touched down yet or what, but get at me ASAP.”

Nico knew something was up because BJ never left messages like that. BJ hated the phone and only used it when necessary.

BJ left a third message a little over an hour after he had left the second. “Nico, where are you? Hit me back. This shit can’t wait.”

Nico unplugged the phone, took the charger, and walked into the bathroom and plugged the phone back in. He called BJ back.

Mia could sense something was up, but she didn’t ask any questions. She poured herself a drink, sat down on the ottoman, and turned on the flat-screen TV.

BJ picked up on the second ring.

“What’s good?”

“Where you at?”

“In Vegas. Why? What’s up?”

“You need to get back to New York. Muthafuckas ran up in your crib and shot shit up,” BJ explained.

“What the fuck you talkin’ about?”

“My dude, shit is on the news and everything. Something went down at your crib, and people got killed. I don’t know what the fuck is going on. Five-0 got shit roped off, and you know they won’t tell a nigga shit.”

“What?” Nico’s mind started racing. He knew Jasmine was probably the only person in the house. “You spoke to Jasmine?”

“Her shit been ringing out to voice mail.”

Nico immediately thought the worst. He could sense that Jasmine had been murdered.

After Mia had moved out of the crib, Nico had gotten rid of the security firm he had hired, after dudes had run up in his crib looking for him and Mia was home alone. He was kicking himself at that moment for not keeping the security guards on the premises.

“I’m heading back to New York tonight, and we gonna handle this shit. Find out what the streets is saying. Get Lorenzo and everybody else and tell them niggas to strap up and get ready to go to war,” Nico ordered.

“We ready right now, my nigga! We just waiting on word from you before we make a move.”

“A’ight, that’s what’s up.” Nico ended the call.

Nico stood in shock and disbelief. He thought about all of the mistakes he had made recently. Without a doubt, he knew his biggest mistake was not staying in touch with Jasmine. Maybe she had been trying to tell him about some new drama, but he didn’t give her the opportunity.

Nico emerged from the bathroom and walked back into the living room. Mia took hold of the remote control and turned down the volume to 106 & Park. She asked if everything was okay.

“I gotta get back to New York tonight.”

“Why? What happened?” Mia stood to her feet.

“That was BJ on the phone. He told me niggas ran up in my crib, shot the shit up, and people got killed. He said the shit was on the news and everything.”