Bitch better have my money
Y'all should know me well enough
Bitch better have my money
Please don't call me on my bluff
Pay me what you owe me
Ballin' bigger than LeBron
Bitch, give me your money
Who y'all think y'all frontin' on?
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"Aight muhfuckas. We hit him hard and we hit him quick."
Rihanna's voice cut through the warehouse, killing every conversation on contact.
The women gathered around her straightened instinctively. Some leaned against cars while others checked weapons or adjusted gloves. Nobody spoke.
"Dis hit worth over three mill," Rihanna continued, her dark eyes sweeping the room. "So y'all best not fuck up."
A few nervous chuckles slipped out.
Three million dollars commanded attention.
And tonight, every woman in that warehouse could feel it hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break. One wrong move, one missed signal, one second of hesitation—and somebody wasn't making it home.
Beyoncé stood beside Rihanna with her arms folded, studying the crew. The warehouse smelled of gasoline, motor oil, and burnt rubber while engines rumbled as mechanics finished their final checks.
Most people would've called it chaos.
To Beyoncé, it felt like home.
She'd run jobs with Rihanna long enough to read her without a word—the tension in her shoulders, the flex of her jaw when she worked through a plan, the faint crease between her brows that only appeared when something truly mattered.
Rihanna looked calm.
Which usually meant something was bothering her.
"Chloe, you're with Halle," Beyoncé said, stepping forward. The sisters nodded.
"Nicki, yuh with Lani." Nicki flashed a grin.
"Try to keep up." Lani rolled her eyes before replying.
"Girl, shut up."
Laughter rippled through the group.
"Mani, Dinah, y'all obviously together," Beyoncé continued. The couple let out a laugh before kissing quickly
"Pft bitch like we'd let you choose anybody else to put us with." Dinah said with a smile after pulling back from the kiss
"Facts." Mani said with a matching smile
The banter eased the tension, but everyone knew what tonight was.
A robbery.
A risky one.
And risky jobs had a habit of becoming deadly.
"Bey will be with me." Rihanna's words drew Beyoncé's attention.
Their eyes met briefly.
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The Holy Trinity One Shots
FanfictionThis is a book of one shots with a mixture of these three. Sometimes all together, sometimes with only two of them. Quite a few of my readers asked me to do this, so you're welcome, bitches. ***Mature Content. Please be old enough to understand this...
