Wifey: Part 2

At that point Derek grabbed hold of Jasmine and tried to shield her from Nico.

“I don’t care! I’m so tired of this stalker bitch! I’m about to fuck her up!” Mia said.

Nico snatched up Mia and bitch-smacked her hard two times across the face. “I told you to just chill. Now go the fuck upstairs before I fuckin’ kill you!” Nico screamed and then pushed her hard toward the exit of the restaurant.

The left side of Mia’s face was stinging, and she was shocked and embarrassed. Yeah, she was out of line and hadn’t listened to Nico, but she didn’t understand why he always seemed to side with Jasmine over her. Fed up, she stormed out of the restaurant.

Jasmine was now scared that Nico might beat Derek’s ass. She didn’t know if Nico had a gun on him, but the last thing she wanted was for Derek to get shot or to catch a beat-down on her account.

“Oh, my God! Derek, I am so sorry about this. I’ll be okay. Just leave me for now, and I’ll call you later. I am so sorry!”

“Jasmine, I’m not leaving you,” Derek replied.

Nico gestured like he was reaching for a gun in his waistband.

“Nico, no!” Jasmine screamed and then rushed Nico and grabbed him.

“Come the fuck on then!” Nico barked. “Fuck around and get both of y’all murdered!” He snatched Jasmine up by the arm and marched her out of the restaurant.

“Derek, I’ll be okay. I’ll call you in a few!” Jasmine screamed.

Nico was putting so much pressure on Jasmine’s arm, it was really hurting her.

“Nico, get off of me. You’re hurting me! Stop acting like a fuckin’ fool!”

The two of them made it out of the restaurant and to an area in the lobby where they were all alone.

“I can’t believe you,” Jasmine shouted as she marched toward the elevator, trying to make it up to her room.

Nico knew he had spazzed out, so he was trying to quickly get a grip of himself as he followed behind Jasmine. “A’ight, listen,” he said.

Jasmine paid him no mind and kept on walking toward the elevators.

“Jasmine! Jasmine, I’m fuckin’ talking to you,” Nico hollered as he continued to follow her to the elevator.

Jasmine could see herself in the mirror-lined elevator. “Look what you did to me. Look at my fuckin’ arm! Shit!” She examined the bruises on her arm.

Nico had Jasmine in solitude like he wanted her. He really wanted to find out just exactly why Jasmine was out in Las Vegas, and how she knew what hotel he was in.

“I’m asking you one more time—What the fuck are you doing out here?”

As the elevator doors opened on to Jasmine’s floor, she ignored Nico and quickly walked out of the elevator and toward her room. She desperately wanted to get to her government-issued BlackBerry so she could have Nico on tape incriminating himself.

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

Jasmine used her card key and unlocked the door to her room, and Nico pushed his way in right behind her.

“Hellloo! Leave me alone, please. I believe your bitch Mia is in another room.”

After Jasmine said that, she walked across the room and grabbed her BlackBerry. “Seriously, Nico, leave right now, or I’m calling the cops,” she said, discreetly activating the record feature.

“Call ’em.”

Jasmine sighed and sucked her teeth. “Okay, you know what? Fuck it!” She walked over to the table that had Derek’s weed sitting on top of it and sat down and pulled out a second chair for Nico.

“Since you so hard to find, and now you want to talk all of a sudden, sit down and let’s talk, Nico.”

Nico noticed the ounce of weed on the table, but he didn’t comment on it. He had other pressing questions he wanted her to answer.