Chapter 26: It's War.

When you worked for Nicky there were two types of days. Getting fucked days, and getting buried days. If you brought good news you were only getting fucked. A drink or two, then a way to do it better, and a slap on the ass and told to keep it good or it's your head. The kind of thing that made you need to take a cold shower listening to mad world on repeat, crawl under the sheets crying, and rethink your life.

Nicky took nearly all the profit, and even her lieutenants were left with only the scarps, like only a morsel of meat off a t bone. If you brought her bad news that t bone was downgraded to boneless skinless chick if she was in a good mood, if not she would get a new lieutenant.

Flaca sighed as she got closer to Nicky's grand hall. With the news she was bringing this might be the last five minutes of her life. And she had to spend it in a snimpy tight leather top with nearly see through panies to match. Nicky sure did like to control things.

Flaca opened the door into the grand hall. The sight would have surprised most people, hell given her mother a heart attack. But with Nicky, Flaca had gotten used to everything.

There had to be at least 50 women. Nearly all of them were naked, none of them as fully dressed as Flaca. None of them could be a day over 25, all big tits and an innocent looking complexion.

Nicky's type. Innocent, so she would have the reigns of control in her hands.

Most were laughing and drinking with each other. A group of about five was circled up, all completed naked and on each other hard.

Flaca approached, and saw Nicky exactly where she expected her to be, in the middle of it all. She had a chick for each breast beneath her, and three behind her taking turns to lick her clean. And her face was buried right in the pussy of her partner in crime, Poussey.

A normal day after all.

"So, I got word back," Flaca said as confidently as she could.

"So what did the chinese say?" Nicky mused, her tongue barely out of Poussey's pussy.

"Well…" Flaca stammered, "They aren't going for it."

"Say what?" Nicky hissed, bounding to her feet. The circle of women fell aside. Nicky was a giant killer, anything in her way either moved or perished.

Flaca backed away slowly. Even fully naked Nicky was a menace and an outright killing machine. She'd only heard stories, but Nicky once was said to have killed five guys with only a nail file when she felt insulted.

Fuck.

"Now tell me that again and choose your fucking words really fucking carefully."

"They only want a quarter of what we offered," Flaca managed. "I like did my best, but they just weren't up for it."

Nicky stared at her, her dark eyes cutting into her like blades.

"Alright then," Nicky said, turning her back to her. "If I were an average joe I might accept that, but I didn't get to where I am by settling for shit I don't like. And I don't like that. I would kill you if I had cleaners I could trust to at this place to dispose of the body around here."

Flaca gulped. She knew she was on thin ice now.

"So tell me, my brilliant accountant, why aren't they going for our deal?"

"There's a new seller in the market," Flaca stammered as she backed away. "Some other group on the east coast is selling them hundreds of kilograms. But still we are making money…"

"Not enough money," Nicky hissed. "Who is this new seller and you'd better know who it is?"

"I don't know names, but they are selling off the coast from some island. The product is hard glass, some say it's the purest stuff to hit the street ever."

Nicky turned back away from her and paced towards the fall side of the hall, away from all her women.

"There's something here, I know there is," Nicky mumbled, searching her memory.

There was a connection.

First high end heroin had been hitting the streets. Too high end for the cartel, yet likely grown in the same area. That had been the start. She didn't work in cocaine, but more and more pure stuff had been seen. And now meth. Pure meth was hitting the streets and was now a big sell right to the chinese.

Only someone high up would know to do business with these individuals. Who could it fucking be?

Then it hit her, the memory flooding back to her.

"Where would you go if you could go anywhere," Nicky asked Alex, lightly rubbing her leg as they sat in the sun by the edge of the pool at Nicky's California mansion.

"Like what do you mean?"

"Let's say you wanted to live somewhere, not counting business, say you're retired."

"You've shown me well enough that I'm not one to retire. I may want to change what I do, but I always keep on working."

"And that's one of the things I love best about you," Nicky smiled. "You're my best girl Al, and it's your drive to be the best that makes you the best. And what makes you please me like no other woman ever has before."

Nicky ran her hand lower down Alex's leg.

Alex laughed, then smiled at her, love and admiration in her eyes.

"So if you want me to please you, answer my question."

"An island, fuck it, Bahamas. I'd get my own island, a tropical paradise of beaches, good times, and plenty of 's where I'd hang my hat and work from."

"Her… no this has to be her," Nicky hissed, turning back towards Poussey and Flaca. "Alex, this has Alex fucking Vause written all over it. First I see cocaine, heroin, and weed deals start across the coast but now meth too has showed up. It's pure, and Alex was always one to push quality. This has to be Alex making a move on me. Only she could get all this together just like this. She's alive… she's fucking alive and she's gunning for me."

"Are you sure it's her?" Poussey asked. "I mean you said she was dead…"

"I know it's her, I can feel it in my gut. I don't know if I want to cum or vomit, but this feeling… I know it's her. She isn't dead, and she's turned on me. It's time to show Alex Vause what happens when she screws me. No one fucks me, no one. This means war."

Author's Notes: Alex and Nicky will they kiss and make up? Will it be a three some with Piper? Will Nicky go to war with Alex? Will that appear in the next book later down the road? Who knows? Oh right, I do. Hope yal are enjoying this. Loving the support and continuing to write whenever I can. So see ya.