Kill Or Be Killed | Completed

Chapter 2

Brianna paced back and forth of the trap house, telling Gucci, Jayceon, and Tommie that Beyoncé didn't come home last night. It was 10am and no one has heard from her since she sent that text to Gucci. Gucci had people check the club and they found her car so all of them were thinking the worst, especially since there was a shootout at the club last night.

"I should've just stayed with her," Tommie said shaking her head.

"She's all I got, what am I gonna do?" Brianna said trying to keep herself from crying.

"Bri calm down, I'm sure she's fine," Jayceon said trying to convince himself as well.

Even though Jayceon and Beyoncé weren't together anymore he would always love her, and vice versa. They've known each other for 8 years and had so much history together. They still had sex on occasions because he was the only guy Beyoncé trusted, and he would do anything to make her happy, even if that meant he would be cheating on his girlfriend.

Things got rocky between them 2 years ago when their 3 year old son was killed at the park during a drive by, on their watch. Still to this day they haven't forgiven themselves, even though it wasn't their fault, they felt as if they could've protected him more. The bad part was that the drive by wasn't targeted towards them, it was towards some other gang that happened to be at the park the same time as them.

Beyoncé and Jayceon got their revenge by personally killing the gang that the drive by was targeted at, and by killing the family of the people responsible for the drive by. They wanted the people responsible to know what it felt like to lose someone, or maybe even your whole family. Sorry not sorry. They were ruthless before losing their son but now they were cold hearted people with no souls. That's what being in the game does to you.

"What if she's not ok? What if she's somewhere dead?" Brianna asked.

"Aye I want people everywhere looking for her, and keep it on the low," Gucci ordered.

Gucci didn't want to admit it but deep down he knew he needed Beyoncé. She protected him, and kept him safe by killing off his enemies with no hesitation. She was the best killer in the game, she never missed, she never left a trace, and she was beyond smart.

Meanwhile everyone was freaking out about Beyoncé being missing, she was sleeping like a baby.

"Where am I?" Beyoncé groaned sitting up in the bed, looking around the unfamiliar room.

"You're up," a voice came from the corner of the room causing Beyoncé to look in that direction.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm the guy who saved your life, who are you?" he said.

"Why do you want to know?" Beyoncé asked looking at her side seeing that it was bandaged.

"Well for starters you have a gun in your purse, and because you were very bold and careless while there was a gun pointed at you."

"I'm Beyoncé, I have a gun for protection, and no nigga with a gun will ever put fear in my heart," Beyoncé said.

Jay examined her trying to figure her out but her face held no emotion and looking in her eyes was like looking into a dark hole, she was empty. Why was she like that? He couldn't put his finger on it but he knew there was more to her that what she was telling him, she wasn't like most women.

"I'm Jay," he said after a moment of silence.

"Are you from around here, Jay?" Beyoncé asked trying to get information from him.

"Nah, I'm from New York. I've been here in LA for 2 months," Jay responded not knowing that she worked for the King of LA, Gucci.

"What time is it, and where's my phone?" Beyoncé asked remembering that she was kind of a big deal to people.