Life {COMPLETED}

Chapter Twenty-Four

Beyonce POV
December 13th, 2028 (that same day)
Houston, TX

"Just tell us who sent you to try to kill me and my wife!" I yell over the loud sound of the buzz saw that was cutting into the flesh meat of the shin in the victim.

"Aughh p-please I don't k-know what you're t-talking about."  He stuttered as he bled out profusely as the saw got 3/4 the ways through his lower leg.

"My thing is, you tried to do a drive-by as I was standing in my front door so clearly y'all came with intentions, not to mention YOU AND THIS NIGGA," Megan kicked the other nigga who was in the car's head over to the man we currently had tied up. "WAS DRIVING AND SHOOTING. So you gone tell me y'all just did it for fun?" I said becoming impatient and the pain from the gunshot wound I've been hiding in my chest becoming more and more evident.

"Baby back up I got this. He's been through a lot." I took a step back and Megan came over and untied one dude as he sobbed and cried. She helped him up and I could see the glint of crazy in her eyes and I smirked.

She helped him lay on the floor as he whimpered. "Please don't kill me." He said holding onto her arm. She smiled and pulled off his pants. "You find me attractive?" She asked him as she took off his boxers and his hard on spring out. I pulled up a chair and sat down in it, getting hard just from her innocent actions.

He stuttered for a minute. "Y-yes?" She looked at me and bit her lip then looked back at him. "You wanna fuck me?" She rubbed his chest and looked down at his dick. At least he ain't gone die with a little dick.

"W-w-what's this about?" He said trying to keep his train of thought since she had say on his chest backward. She slid on a pair of gloves and grabbed his length.

Taking the scalpel out her bra she sat it on the ground between his legs. "Can you get harder for me?" When she was satisfied, she picked up the scalpel. "Now if you tell me what we wanna know then I won't kill you." He started shaking like a leaf. "Whatever you wanna know, I'll tell you."

She smirked and slightly jerked off his little meat making me smirk. This gotta be humbling for him. 

"Now who sent you?" She asked seductively.

"We were hired by this guy named Lando, he has prostitutes all around Oakdale and Hancock, whenever they're out he's near by." I took mental notes as best as I could with ignoring my boner.

I slid my hand in my boxers and caressed the head. I slightly bit the inside of my cheek to contain myself.

"Anything else I need to know?" She jerked him off faster seeing pre cum leaking out. I slid my whole hand in my boxers and jerked off and the same speed as groaning lowly to where only I could hear it.

"Mmmm." He tried to play it off like he was thinking but I knew he was trying to bust his nut.

She took the scalpel and made smaller slices in the sides of his shaft. Normal people would have been turned off by this but Megan know I like that abusive shit, that's why she doing it.

"Talk to me, I'm not letting up until you answer me." She made deeper cuts along his balls. I felt myself start to cum and I tried to hold it in until she got all her answers out of this nigga while he was screaming.

"Tell him you're there for the magic hat." He cried out like a little bitch. She smiled and let go of his dick and stood up. She went over to the sink in the room and took off her gloves and washed her hands. She smirked and came over to me and pulled my hand out my boxers and licked all the cum off my fingers, making me cum again.

She smiled and took off her leggings and pulled off my boxers off. She pulled her thong to the side and sat in my lap and slid down on my cummy dick making me groan loud and my hands instantly latch on her hips locking her in place as I started stroking up quick and fast destroying her walls with my size and girth and fucking my frustrations out in her.

25 minutes later

I looked at Megan as she drove to emergency pissed. She found out I was shot when we showered after we got done fucking and now she's not speaking to me because she feels that I was being irresponsible. Whatever the hell that means. 

All I know is that we got a nigga named Lando to talk to about why the fuck my house was shot up with my kid in it.