Drunk In Love

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Beyoncé's POV
Houston, TX
February 23

My Escalade glided down the highway as I headed to a particular location. I had a car behind and in front of me too.

Nasir was getting his ass handed to him today.

It was one thing to mess with my money, it was another thing to mess with my daughter. Whether he was her father or not.

Blood didn't always mean family and that was very evident with him.

I should've expected this based off of his reaction to not getting custody in court. It seemed like he wanted legal permission to be around Zamora and that was it.

With his police ass.

"Can I confirm something, Bey?" Chris asked from the driver's seat.

"Yes?"

"So he's not dying today?"

That'd be way too easy. He needed to suffer my wrath first before anything after that.

"Nah. I just needed him touched." I explained.

"Ah ok." He nodded and sat back. It was only Swiss, Wayne and Chris in the car with me.

We were like a little high school friend group the way we were always together.

The rest of the drive was loud because all of their loud ass selves were rapping one of Wayne's mixtapes.

"This the block?" Chris asked because he couldn't see the GPS that well.

"Take a right." I told him and he took a right. The car ahead took the next right.

The car rolled into a beaten down neighbourhood. Maybe not beaten down, but it wasn't pretty.

As I drove down, I could already see some dudes gripping their straps. Knowing damn well they wouldn't do anything.

"We ain't been on a block like this in years." Swiss chuckled. "Bringing back old ass memories."

"Ay, 'memba when we jumped that one nigga that was older than us when he tried to holler at Solo?" Chris brought up.

"That was some real nigga shit." Wayne bursted out laughing, resulting in the rest of us laughing. "Don't act all innocent, Bumble. You spent every day shooting people with your lil ass BB gun."

"Practice makes perfect." I shrugged and parked in front of Nasir's house. I'd barely even turned the car off before he came out of his house.

He had guests but I didn't care at all.

I hopped out of the car, walking towards him. After plastering a smile on my face, I got close enough to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go inside."

"My peop-"

"Make 'em leave. I want to talk." I tapped my index finger in his shoulder. "I don't have all day."

"Yo." He called out to the men peeping out of his door. "Y'all need to head for a bit."

They all groaned as they left. One man left whilst holding a young boy. He couldn't have been more than 6 or 7.

"Let's go." I guided him into his house. There was a very weak smell of weed when I entered. I looked around the house the further I walked in.

I stopped in a really open area and turned.

It was shocking how what was supposed to be his territory quickly turned into mine. Technically, everything Houston was HIVE.

"I consider myself a nice ass person." I told him. "I give people chances and that is a blessing because imagine how the ones I killed feel?"