𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 (𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐀)

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 EIGHT

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I rested with Beyoncé laying on my chest. My hand rubbed through her hair as she looked between her iPad and laptop, working. "You've been staring at your laptop for the past hour. Take a break." I spoke as she turned towards me. "I can't, unfortunately." She shook her head as I slid it away.

"I've got a bad feeling." I sighed a she turned to me. "Did someone do something?" She questioned and I shook my head. I stared off towards the TV. I couldn't help but to think back to the talk I had with Ella the previous morning.

**flashback**

I laid rested across Beyoncé's legs as she dozed off. "You're all up on my legs, Onika." She groaned as she kicked me. "Beyoncé what the fuck?" I scoffed at her as she yawned. "My bad. You're on my legs though, move over some." She spoke more gently as I chuckled. I've turned her into a sweetheart—to me atleast.

I looked down at my phone ringing and walked outside of the bedroom. "I'm gonna go grab my room service." I spoke as I closed the door and exited out from the penthouse, softly closing the door. "Ella, it's three AM." I whispered as she nodded and shushed me. "Look—we dug up some B.K. Childhood files and it explains half of the shit going on—the whole wannabe gang thing? Yeah that's a family thing. Ever heard of the Knowles family? Really big in you know—Italy?" She questioned.

"Outside of Beyoncé, no? And Ella why are you relaying this message? You're not even a detective."

"No one's heard from Nas so the office voted me to relay the message— and ofcourse you don't know anyone with the name Knowles. See, Beyoncé legally got the name when she moved to the states. In our system, her last name is Knowles, but her actual name? Carozza."

"Carozza as in the family? Who would want to separate from that family—they're upon the richest mob bosses in the world—maybe even history." I frowned towards her.

"We haven't got a clue. I'm guessing a fall out? She left home on her eighteenth birthday—What're you even doing here? Onika are you sleeping with her?!" She gasped.

"Beyoncé invited me over I didn't want to seem suspicious." I lied, knowing I came over willingly. "Okay...you got any info?" She questioned and I shook my head. "Nothing useful, just information about her day to day life. She never slips up—ever. It's almost terrifying how fucking precise she is with this shit." I shook my head.