Beyoncé owns a multi million dollar club but it's only a front to launder dirty money. When she accidentally recruits a little into her empire she has to choose which life she wants.
( WATTPAD MY BOOK IS CLEAN AND FAKE!) ( I do not promote violence...
* Note before you read! This book is BDSM. Some punishments Nicki gets won't be just a slap on the wrist..
* She's not an actual child, I seen some of you were confused. She's 19! She's a little.
A little is someone who is slips into a younger headspace.
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BEYONCÉS POV Knowles residence Same night/Next Morning ♡ ♡ ♡
I looked down at the time after a few hours of leaving Nika in her room. I know that it was wrong of me to leave her after that punishment, but I really couldn't bring myself to console her after she almost gave me a heart attack... I was no longer angry. I wasn't ever truly angry. My security would be fine, and I can cover up what happened at my club but knowing that a rival had his hands on my baby and she was in such a vulnerable state scared me.
I needed time to hear myself think, and being around her as she cried didn't help at all. She's probably thinking I hate her, but I feel as if when she comes to, she'll hate me. Once the clock hit 3:30, I got up and grabbed a cloth from my bathroom. I soaked it in some warm water and made my way to Nikas room
I heard soft whimpers and frowned. Did I feel bad for punishing her? No, not at all. Do I feel bad for leaving her to cry? Yes, it wasn't my intention at first, but when she broke down, I couldn't do it. I wasn't gonna let her see me breakdown too.
Quietly, I opened her door and saw her tossing and turning. She was asleep, but I knew she was in a lot of pain. I walked over to her and kissed her head before unzipping her onesie
I took her arms out and slowly turned her over, " daddy, it h-hurts," she cried softly
" I know, and I'm sorry baby girl, but that's the point," I began to wipe the icy hot away as gently as I could and cursed to myself, seeing the welts I had left on her. She cried the entire time as I cleaned her up. I took some numbing cream into my palm and put it on her hoping that it'll work quickly
I took her legs out of the onesie and changed her panties. I put her in a hoodie and picked her up, " I know it hurts, baby, but you have to calm down, or you'll make yourself sick,"
I knew her crying was a combination of her being in pain and being tired at the same time, but I would never leave her like this for the entire night.
I carried her downstairs and into the kitchen. " do you want milk?" I asked. She rubbed her eyes and nodded. I opened the fridge, and she pointed to the chocolate almond milk. " Nika y-," She burst into tears, crying loudly and kicking her feet back and forth. " Ok, Ok," I soothed, lifting her up some more.
I didn't want to give her chocolate milk right now because I want her to go back to sleep but if it saves me from dealing with a temper tantrum I'll give her whatever she wants. I grabbed the chocolate milk and went to the cabinet her cups were in. " do you want pink?" I asked. She continued to cry, making me sigh. I grabbed the pink owelette cup and poured the milk inside
