Upgrade U

Chapter 75

Milan's POV
Houston, TX
Same Day

I entered the abandoned building that'd been set up for this.

As far as I know, the plan was to lure Bey here and kill Nicki. Then to kill Bey. I didn't know how well that'd go but it was worth the try.

One of the guys let me through and I walked to the back room in the basement. I kept walking until I approached the bed in the corner of the room.

It was like a prison. Her hands were bound together and cuffed to the bed, so she couldn't move.

"Wake up." I kicked the bed and she jolted up from her sleep. She had bruising on her, which told me that she was manhandled.

She groaned as she reached for her head, but her hands were restrained so she couldn't aid her wounds.

"Ain't that a bitch." I chuckled. "Should I help you?"

I taunted her and it seemed like she was ignoring me. So I slapped her across the face.

"Oh look at that, I slapped you back." She leaned over the bed and spat blood out. I didn't even hit her that hard, so that must've been from before.

"What do you want?" She hoarsely spoke.

I slammed my hands on the dresser next to the bed, looking at her menacingly. "I want you dead. But that can't happen yet."

She started crying again. I don't know why because no one had done anything to her. She just kept crying and crying.

"You're too fucking old to be doing that shit." I gripped her jaw and shut her up.

She avoided my eye contact and looked to the wall next to her. My hand still firmly holding onto her jaw.

"You know..." I looked her up and down. "You're too beautiful to be caught up this shit."

I watched her grimace when I said that, which pissed me off. I roughly let go of her jaw and stood up when the door opened.

"What?" I turned to the door.

"Boss is on the phone." He held a phone up. I turned to Nicki before leaving the room.

I snatched the phone from the guy and my uncle started speaking.

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Onika's POV

I couldn't stop crying. No matter how hard I tried. I'd never been kidnapped before and I sure as hell hadn't been put in a predicament where death was my only escape.

So I sobbed.

The room was dark and dingy. The only light was from a lamp in the middle of the room. The bed was disgusting-a tainted white colour.

The fact that Milan was seemingly behind this made it worse. Did I regret the way I treated her? No.

Not one bit.

My only concern was the safety of my daughter. I'd left Zamora with Kelly, so I knew she was fine. Plus, Beyoncé wouldn't let anything happen to her. For that, I was grateful.

Then I thought to the baby growing inside of me. According to my pregnancy tests, I was over 2 months pregnant.

The only thing that kept me from going full blown crazy was not wanting to lose another pregnancy. I didn't know how many more my body could handle, let alone my mental health.

So all I could do was cry. I was trying my hardest not to because I knew stress was bad for pregnancy but I couldn't.

I tried to focus on something else. Like focusing on the fact I was engaged, to the love of my life. Since my hands were clasped together, I tried to feel my ring, but it was gone.

My ring was gone. I continued feeling around my hands, making sure I wasn't making it up but it was gone.

I heavily sighed, trying not to cry again.

The door to the room opened again. It was Milan walking back into the room.

When she walked directly past the lamp, I could see the devious smirk on her face. She was amused by my discomfort.

"Where were we?" She plopped down on the bed, next to me as if we were friends. I instantly looked away from her.

Her cold hand grasped my jaw again and turned me to look at her. I didn't like any of this, not one bit.

So I moved my head around until she let go of my face. That resulted in her slapping me again before aggressively grabbing my throat.

Her grip began tightening by the second.

"You're not going to fight me back?" She taunted. That exact question rang in my head for a sec before I started trying to wriggle out of her grip again.

* * *

She grabbed me by my neck and forcefully bashed me into the nearest wall. She kept a firm grip on my throat, as I fought for air.

"You're not going to fight me back?" She taunted and I managed to claw her hands from my throat. "That's the best you can do?"

"Please leave me alone." I pleaded, choking on my own air. I hadn't fought anyone in years, so I felt unprepared and vulnerable.

I watched her pull her sleeve back down after it came up. Before the fabric reached her wrist, I noticed a heart tattoo.

"I ain't even started." She menacingly spoke.

She approached me and my first instinct was to cover my stomach. When I did that she stopped and noticed where I was covering.

I felt my arms being restrained and she got one good punch on my rib and another on my lower abdomen.

She kneed me in my stomach before her accomplice dragged her away.

* * *

I gasped for air when she let me go. I coughed profusely and I could see the room spinning.

"Y-you." My eyes widened as I looked at her. She was the woman from the mall.

My eyes darted to her wrist and sure enough, there was a tattoo. I remembered asking her about it when she came to my house but I didn't think much of it.

"Shut up." She mushed my head, causing me to groan loudly. The room kept spinning and I laid my head back.

She stood up and left the room.

I sighed of relief and fought the urge to cry. Everything became a lot scarier to me. This woman caused me to lose my last pregnancy and was on route to do the same thing again.

Except this time, she didn't know. I needed Beyoncé and I needed her now.

I had no way of telling the time, so I had no clue what time it was. Nor the day. I didn't know how long I'd been asleep for.

My sadness and fear manifested into anger and vengeance. I yanked my hands at the post of the bed and they didn't come undone.

I kept trying and nothing worked.

When I'd given up, I laid my head back and sighed.

"I need you, Bey." I muttered to myself.

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