Imma mess them up

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by Beyoncesmanz

by Beyoncesmanz

Chris POV
I'm watching Bey give one of the best speeches ever. My baby lost and gained soo much during her span of her career.
Bey: this industry is still very sexist-
Tha fuck? Who bein rude to my lady at work. Now I'm irritated but imma wait till after. By the end of her speech, I tried to hide myself cryin but everyone awwed and rubbed my back. Once she finished, she ran over to me hugging and everyone clapped. I hug her tight in my arms.
Chris: baby, that was one of the most iconic speeches in history. But we need to talk now.
She looked confused but we grab our stuff and leave the building. We get in the car and I drive off.
Chris: Baby, the fuck is messing wit you at work? Huh?
Bey: what?
Chris: some one bein sexist at your studio?
Bey: *sighs* just in general Chris.
Chris: *grits teeth* don't fucking lie to me Beyonce!
Bey: *tear falls down* I can't say bc if I do, our family will be in trouble!!! Royalty and Blue!
I don't say anything as tears fall down her cheek. I wipe them and she looks out the window. I chuckle and we finally pull up to her studio.
Bey: Chris why are we-No Chris! No, you're just gonna make it worse! Just take me home damnt!
I ignore her and park in the parking garage. I grab her wrist and yank and drag her out of the car. We walk into the lobby and take the elevator.
Bey: Christopher! Stop! You don't know what you're doing!
Chris: you think imma let some nasty men say some slick shit to you and about our family? Hell nah! I'm your husband and our kids father. It's my duty to protect you all.
I see that me gritting and getting pissed is turning her on a bit. I smirk and kiss her and she kisses back. I slam her back against the elevator wall. But she pushes me back.
Bey: wait, but didn't you hear in my speech say, that I fight? I'm a fighter. You're not always going to be there if something happens, so it's my job also to defend and protect myself. I'm a grown woman-
Chris: and I'm proud of you! But someone threatening you. Who is it Beyonce? You either tell me now, or*shows gun in pocket* im finna bust a cap in every man up here.
Bey:Chris! Stop relax! It's groups of men in and out. Not all though. Some have my back. I'm telling you right now! Cmon let's go back home and make love.
The door elevator dings and shit. The 5 guys who threatened long ago looked pissed when they saw me but faked a smile when they saw Chris.
Guy 1: Hey guys! We just watched your virtual speech! We're so glad and um happy how far you've come wi-
This guy named Gary is my childhood trauma. He made me sit in the studio when I was 10 years old and held me there, teaching and making me learn how to growl and nearly ruined my voice for over a year. He's managed to follow and threaten me since then. And was sworn I'd be dead if I ever said anything.
Gary: really nice, also...*passive aggressive* we love how ya mentioned that the industry consists of sexist men.
Which he also is. He told me a man can do more in one day than I have done in my career. I feel up until 2020, my career has been very successful no? He only sticks with me to threaten and taunt me and I know how powerful these men are and the hit men they have and would use it on Chris and I would die if him and my kids were-ugh I can't even say it. They also have done worse to me.
Chris POV
I study their faces. They looked like they were gonna attack my wife here before they looked at me. To me, that's a bingo.
Chris: you guys the sexist men?
Bey:Chris!
Gary: yea! And matter of fact, this shit gets out about us being the ones*gets in Chris face* you better believe there will be consequences. Your wife and your kid-
I quickly take my gun out and shoot them all. Bey pointed my hand down so it only shot them in the legs as they scream in agony.
Bey: CHRIS!!!!
Gary: YOU YOUR KIDS THERE ALL DE-
I shot him in the face. I look at Bey and she's conflicted on how to feel. Security pops up quick from the stairs and see me with the gun. Luckily, Julius is with them.
Chris: they threatened to kill us!
Julius: boys, finish em😈
They shoot them all and Julius hacks the cameras to hide the evidence. As they collect their bodies, I hear one of the guys phones.
Phone: no! I hope they hear in this right motha fuckin now! Chris Beyonce you both and ya kids! Y'all finna pay! Boys, let's go! *hangs up*
Oh shit😶