the story kicks off twelve years after the death of Beyoncé. The drama is far from over, there will be a bunch of twist and turns in this new chapter of Nicki's life that she will not see coming.
This is the second chapter of Don't Hurt Yourself, r...
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Beyoncé
"Baby why is there a gun underneath the mattress, I almost shot myself trying to put the sheets on." Nicki came into my view indeed holding one of my guns. I've been placing my personal ones in places just in case something goes down while we're home. You can't be too careful, I learned that the hard way. "The safety is on."
"Giselle I do not want to sleep in top of a gun, put it in the nightstand or under the bed." She placed it in the bathroom counter then walked out. Her attitude lately has been testing my patience. Every little thing I do just sets her off, no matter what. I damn near got stabbed for sneezing around her. My mouth and nose was covered, she felt one little particle and picked up a pair of scissors. "Stop calling me Giselle like you don't know my name Onigga."
"Giselle is your name ain't it..........what the fuck did you just call me?" She came right back in the bathroom. I slid the gun closer to me just in case the tiny troll got any bright ideas. Getting shot was not on my to-do list, "I'm playing baby chill."
"Giselle I'm too tired to deal with your games. Stop playing around before I hurt you."
"Okay my angry little child."
"If I'm a child then your a pedophile with your old ass. As old as you are, you could be my sugardaddy."
"Then come get this black card and go do some retail therapy. That attitude of your is about to make you immobile, take the kids too." Nicki does not like taking my card no matter what I say. She acts like I care about every little thing she buys off it. I practically had to shove it in her pocket in order for her to take the card. Most likely Bailey will be the one to end up with the card. She's been asking for a new wardrobe as it is. "I have my own money baby."
"Save it and spend mine, stop fighting me on this. I love you. Go buy a car or something."
"GISELLE!"
"I'm kidding, go buy the kids one." She slapped my chest and walked out of the room, not before grabbing her bag and phone. I heard her yelling at the kids to come downstairs. Since they're leaving, might as well have the day to myself.
It's been a minute since I was alone and not cooped up or out worrying about someone. Matter of fact, I should look at them houses Wayne sent me, this one Nicki got is not big enough for me. She living in a three bedroom, not even a luxury home. Ike not knocking her for being responsible, but I like bigger houses. It's harder for people to catch you slipping in a larger house. Plus I plan on getting Nicki pregnant, we're going to need more bedrooms if my plan goes through. I'm thinking of making twins, my seeds could pull that off. I missed one birth, we gotta makeup it up.
My father raised me to be there every step of the way if I got a girl pregnant. That was taken from me once. Hell I even missed major milestones with my oldest. But it's all good, there will be other things I'll be around for. Like interrogating the unlucky bastard that decides to make my munchkin his wife. Or the ugly ass little boys or girls that tries to ask Sweet pea out on a date. God better make sure no one breaks any of my girls hearts. I'll kill a kid in a heartbeat. Speaking of which, let me tell Michelle to let Octavia's boyfriend out of lockup.
