A/N: hi...
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Y/n's POV
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The sound of the Bugatti faded as I killed the engine.
Shawn had hit my line earlier, laughin', tryna see if the rumors about my new purchase was true. He wanted to see it for himself. So here I was.
The sleek black Chiron with red interior looked damn near unreal under in the sunset. Shit was like a true work of art sittin' in the driveway of The Carter Estate. But it cost me around $3 million, so it better shine wherever the fuck it gets parked.
Shawn was already outside, standin' near the steps with his hands in his pockets, watchin' as I walked up. "That's a bad muthafucka right there." He nodded towards the car.
"Ain't it? You know I had to do it, nigga." I grinned, glancing back at it. "I had my eye on it for a minute."
"Shit move different, too."
Shawn nodded approvingly, steppin' off more into the driveway to check it out up close. I leaned against the hood as he ran his fingers over the body, inspectin' the details like he always did. "What's under the hood?"
"Quad-turbo W16. You already know."
"That's crazy, bruh." He muttered, shakin' his head. "Shit probably fly if you let it."
I laughed. "I let it. Took it on the belt the other night—smooth as hell." Shawn glanced at me with a knowin' grin, the one he always gave when we got into car talk.
We could go on for hours about this shit, same way we could about watches. "You seen that new Patek drop?" He asked, switchin' topics just as effortlessly.
I nodded my head, grin widening. "Shit yeah, already got it on ice. Just waitin' on the call."
Shawn just shook his head with a laugh. "Man, I don't know why I even ask."
From the front door, I could feel Bey's eyes on us, heavy and unreadable. She hadn't said a word since I got here, just stood there with her arms folded, takin' it all in. Watchin'.
"Yeah, ion know either."
After a minute, his grin ended up fading a 'lil, and he leaned back, eyes sittin' on me with a look that he would get when he was tryna feel a nigga out. "How come you don't be around like you used to." He asked after a beat.
I blinked, shiftin' my weight. "What you mean?"
"I mean...you family, man. You used to be over here all the time." He said, noddin' towards the house. "After me and Bey got married, had Blue, it was just...less of you, yo. What's been goin' on?"
I exhaled through my nose, rubbin' the side of my jaw. "Ain't nothin' been goin' on. Nigga just been busy."
Shawn gave me a look. "Too busy for family?"
I let out a dry laugh. "Man, c'mon. You know it ain't like that."
He just hummed, glancin' past me towards the house before lookin' back. "Bey be askin' about you."
That made my jaw clench a little. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. She don't say much, but you know. Y'all grew up together and shit, I'm sure she miss you."
I stayed quiet, starin' at the pavement for a second before shakin' my head. "Beyoncé got my number, son. If she wanted to use it, she could."
"But you know, she be dramatic and shit."
"Nah." Shawn said, voice steady. "She care about you."
Ian say nothin'. Just glanced towards the house. My eyes fell on Bey before quickly movin' away.
