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Nikki so much anyway because he knew she was a lesbian and he feared she would try to convert Jazz to her lifestyle. It took some time for him to come around and accept that they were only friends and had no interest in one another. Jazz was strictly dickly. Still, if he knew that the left side of her face was bruised and swollen at the hands of Nikki’s girlfriend, he would have spazzed the hell out.
    Jazz headed for the bathroom to see if the swelling had gone down any. When she looked in the mirror, she nearly had a heart attack. She recoiled at the image.
    “I hope they fucked h er up something good,” she uttered, recalling how the D-Bois had Dream stretched out in the club’s parking lot like a $2 hoe. She laughed inside at the thought of her getting a dose of her own medicine for a change. That would teach her not to put her hands on another woman again. Yet, while Jazz felt a victory had been won with the ass whipping Dream was given, she hated that it was an even greater possibility that Nikki would go crawling back into her arms like she had many times before.
    She brushed her teeth and hopped in the shower, ready to get on with her day. She had several clients booked but she decided to call her first client and reschedule her hair appointment for later, or pass her to one of the other five stylists she had working for her. She needed to swing by Nikki’s place to make sure she was okay after last night’s drag out fight with that psycho fanatic girlfriend of hers.
    Jazz was dressed in no time. Her makeup overall was done to a bare minimum but just enough to camouflage the bruise on her face. She didn’t want any of her customers questioning it. She only wished now that she could have gotten a few more licks in. Why didn’t I pop my trunk and crowbar that bitch ? she wondered, hating that she couldn’t save her friend from Dream. 
    The pill she’d ingested thirty minutes ago had started to kick in. The piecing pain that radiated all over her back was starting to subside. She walked through her small cozy apartment and over to the fridge. She whipped out a low calorie breakfast shake and finished it in seemingly one gulp. She tossed the empty bottle into the trash before grabbing her purse and keys. She had to go see about her friend. Nothing else mattered at that moment than making sure she was okay. 
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    Jazz pulled into the driveway next to Nikki’s royal blue pearl 2011 Acura TL and right behind a bumblebee colored 2012 Suzuki GSX R750 motorcycle. She already knew what was up. She threw the car in park, got out, and traipsed toward the door. She thought about knocking but instead located the spare key Nikki had given her years ago when she first bought the house.
    Jazz eased her key into the lock and quietly entered. The fresh aroma of coffee and bacon greeted and indulged her senses, waking up her unsatisfied stomach. She locked the door behind her and walked through the house as if she lived there. She hoped and prayed Nikki was okay. Jazz’s eyes scanned the elaborately decorated home which was sprinkled with practically every hue of blue. As she walked through the living room, she paused and her ears perked up. She heard two female voices and automatically knew who they belonged to. Now all she could hope and pray was that Nikki hadn’t done anything stupid. Her curiosity got the best of her and she began tiptoeing through the carpeted hallway, following the moaning voices all the way to Nikki’s bedroom.
     
     
     
     
    Nik ki
    There was no denying the fact that Cheryl had been Nikki’s knight in shining armor last night. If it weren’t for her and her biker bois coming to her rescue, she could have well been laid up in the emergency room, or even worse―dead. She was grateful Cheryl was there and she couldn’t think of a better way to show her gratitude than to invite her over and thank her in person.  
    The awakening of the sun lit up the entire room and like two naked jaybirds,