Onikas POV
Continued...
"Of course I care about your feelings, it's just that I don't get as emotional ass the usual female would, testosterone level too high." She smirked causing me to smack my lips.
"Bey I'm serious you need to let the estrogen out and put a hold on that testosterone. I wanna know how you feel." I said. Beyonce upped a brow at me then shook her head.
"Nicki if you don't know how I feel then you don't know me. I never change, everything I do or say always has the same meaning behind it. Why do I have to say how I feel about you for you to notice or feel it?" Beyonce asked. I sighed playing with my fingernails.
"Bey I don't know. Maybe it's because you're too aggressive and it's hard for me to believe you love me sometimes. I meant the end of the day I know we still love each other but during the day I needs that reminder. You can tell me how much you love me, or how sexy I am to be a mother of two." I said seriously as she cracked a smirk.
"Nicki you should know you sexy as hell. Your body is like a Popeyes menu, spicy and hot!" Beyonce exclaimed. I laughed but took in what she was saying.
"See, you know what I mean, any other female would have looked at me upside my head, but you know how much I love Popeyes, you knew that that was beyond a compliment. You need to be like that with everything I do. You know I say shot I don't mean and I don't know how many times I done had this conversation with you but if a quick reminder is what you need I'll do it every second of the day just to keep them fuckin' tears away baby." Beyonce said reaching to wipe away semi dry tear stains. I blushed at her words and smiled.
"You never tell me how sexy I am and you don't see me complainin', you called me old, rude and all but I take it how I wanna take it. Nothing you say or do will ever be negative in my eyes if I can see the positive to it." Beyonce said. I grabbed her cheeks and looked her in the eyes.
"Why can't you be like this all the timeeeee." I pouted letting her go. She shrugged.
"You can't always have everything you're way babygirl, this ain't McDonald's. Just know that I love you no matter what I say. You know how I am when I get mad, just ignore it." She said. I nodded clasping my hands together.
"Okay." I said. She nodded and kissed my lips.
"Did I ever tell you how sexy you are?" She asked causing me to smack my lips and chuckle.
"Yea, about a minute ago, but go on and tell me some more." I smiled.
"Nah, maybe some other time." She said. I rolled my eyes playfully and then frown then got angry. She saw the instant change and gave a confused look.
"What's wrong?" She asked with wide eyes.
"I'm coming to work with you tomorrow. I haven't forgot about that bitch who needs a much needed ass beating and some verbal abuse. Beyonce I don't understand why you don't warn these hoes that you got a crazy one at home that will beat the shit out of them. I will feed her ass to them damn fish with teeth!" I yelled.
"Shid, I was already thinking about that. It it'll look much sexier if you do it." Beyonce smirked. I furrowed my brows.
"No." I said shaking my head.
"No?" Beyonce asked.
"You get turned on by the weirdest shit." I said. Beyonce shrugged.
"What you expect? I was going to be a plastic surgeon but I couldn't so I went for the next best thing, my own business that allows me to cut in bodies without having to worried about getting sued or dying." Beyonce said. I see that look in her eye that she had when she killed her father, Willie, and Erica. I snapped my fingers.
"Baby no. I don't want to go back down that road with you." I said.
"But don't you miss it? I do. My warehouse, the easy money, the bitc-, I mean killing people who owed me money." She gave off a nervous laugh as I looked at her with folded arms and a raised perfectly arched eyebrow.
"Nah, finished your words, it sounded like you were going to say the bitches, but you know my hearing can be a little off some times but if that is what you said I miss firing them hoes, I was a fuckin' boss that day and you can't say I wasn't. Talkin about I'm a damn manager. You and I both know I dismissed that shit." I said waving off the thought of it alone. Because laughed.
"You was wilin' for nothing that day." Beyonce laughed.
"Me?! You the one duck taping people mouth like you crazy!" I yelled.
"Nic, I. Don't. Fuckin. Like. That. Word. Stop. Stay. IT!" She yelled. Damn, she went zero to a hundred real quick.
"Sorry. I be forgetting you still ain't change that much. " I said looking off nervously. She stayed quiet.
"Nic I wanna go back to sellin." Beyonce said. My eyes widen in frustration and confusion. Hell no.
"Beyonce no. Fuck no. I'm not going back down that road wit you. You have a job, you're not wanted in the other 49 states anymore, you have kids you need to tend to, why the fuck are you tryna be out there in them streets again like you don't have a life?!" I yelled.
"I miss it." She shrugged.
I MiSs iT, no, you need to forget about that part of your life because it's the past. I'm not saying no to be mean I just know what that's gonna bring and I don't want nun of our kids to end up kidnapped or on a hospital bed because of you cause next time I'm not coming back. If you miss that life you can have it, but I nor my kids will be apart of that Beyonce." I said getting up to leave.
"But what if I stay anonymous?" She asked.
"I said what I said Beyonce. End of fuckin discussion. Done pissed my life off that fast, just got back cordial with her ass and she gone bring that bullshit up. I need me a damn pop tart for that one. Shit was too comical. She need to do stand up because I think the fuck not." I said the last part to myself as I left the room. She had me fucked up if she think Ima go another round in the ring with that life style. Shit already tore my ass up the first time. She lucky we all still alive.
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