Restrain Me (BEYNIKA)

Chapter 5

𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄

"You know how dearly I love you babydoll, and I can never digest the thought of you getting hurt. Yesterday was also a closer call to one of my greatest fears, and I can't keep leaving you unprotected like that." Mr. Maraj said to his daughter as he held her hands in his. It's endearing to see their bond and cute encounter really, but he should also get to the point. I don't like wasting my time, it's precious and costing me money.

I internally sighed as I kept on watching them with a bored expression on my face, but I'm sure it shows as a resting face. Eh well, the most they could get outa me are smirks when it's time to infuriate motherfuckers.

"But I'm okay now Papa." She said softly to reassure him, but we all knew it was bullshit. The woman still looks shaken up, if you really take a closer look at her.

Yesterday was really one of my lazy days, but once I turned on the news and saw her face splattered all over them with that one ugly powder headed fucker who was hurting her, I smiled big as hell. I finally had something to do! Needless to say, that man won't be having any usable hand to hold a camera or grip any other woman at that. What can I say? He had it coming. I smirked to myself as I remembered how Robyn called me after I was just done with him.

FLASHBACK

"Please, stop!" He cried as he winced while tossing around in pain as he tried to hold his hanging hand.

"Shut the fuck up!" I said as I kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying backwards. "Did you stop when she told you to let her go, huh? Who the fuck you think you is to lay a hand on her or any other woman at that, pussy ass motherfucker?" I asked him while holding him up by his hair, he started stuttering as he tried to say something. "I...I... Do not give a flying fuck, nigga!" I said as I smashed his head to the concrete floor and he yelled out in agony.

Just then, my phone started flashing Rihanna's name and I grinned as I already knew what she wanted to ask me. I looked at him dead in the eyes and told him. "Breathe too loudly, and I'll make sure you got none left." He nodded his head frantically and I smiled at him. What? He was listening to me at least. Yeah because you're crazy, not because of your charm. I never know if my own damn self is with me or against me.

"Fenty, to what am I owing your loud ass the pleasure?" I said cheerfully as I cleaned up my blade.

"Oh, you sound happy so you already have the man, don't you?" She put two and two together real fast. I was impressed.

"Eh well, I was bored and the news gave me something to entertain me tonight." I said nonchalantly while looking back at the nigga who was trying to crawl against the wall. "Uh oh, buddy..." I said as I stomped on his hand with my 7-inch Louboutin heels, he started screaming while trying to pry me off of him.

"That does not sound like a happy man, Beyoncé." I could audibly hear her wincing for him. She acts like a sensitive lady, knowing that she enjoys shit like this.

"Do you want me to make him the happiest one in the room? Because help me God, I will." I said as I knocked him the fuck out with my shoe., he started to get on my motherfucking nerves. My poor babies will need some cleaning after this though.

"No need to!" She rushed out because she knew my crazy ass will actually do it, I have nothing to lose, except this Armani suit after I'd be done. I hummed as I waited for her to say what else she wanted to say, because I know her that well to know she'll say some foolery after this. 3... 2... 1

"So, did you feel like you were all worked up when you saw her being manhandled like that?" She asked excitedly, and I almost woke the man up to strangle him while imagining this loud ass mouth.