Clichés In the Dark Past {FIN}[Editing]

Chapter Nine.

Beyoncé's P.O.V.

I immediately began thinking of things to say, ways to get away or kill him.

"I don't know. I supposed it would've been to your leisure when you located me and Jay." I remained calm and answered his question, in hopes that maybe he was joking or something. I knew he was not.

"Well, Mrs. Knowles, I'm afraid that I'm gonna have to take you with us," he said with a chuckle. I felt him reach to pinch the nerve in my back that would make you pass out. Instead of letting him, I flipped my body over and kicked him in his chest, catching him off guard and pushing him away from the table. I pulled the robe over my now exposed body and punched him in the stomach repeatedly, buying myself hopefully enough time to change and get my guns. I ran into the swanky locker room and reached the mahogany locker and opened it. I heard Sean burst through the doors. "I know you're in here you little bitch. COME OUT AND PLAY!" I giggled at how stupid he was and threw on my clothes before pulling out my favorite little gold hand gun and pointing it at him.

"Now who's the little bitch?" I asked laughing. His eyes grew wide and he raised his muscular arms in the air in surrneder. "You still want to play that game of yours?" He shook his head vigorously and tried to walk away. "Leave and I'll shoot you in the back," I spat venomously. He turned around slowly and faced me. "Good boy." I pointed the gun at the bench and cocked my head to the side, motioning for him to sit. I locked the doors to the room and strutted over to where he sat, his face so pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna tell you what," I replied before taking all the bullets out of the gun. "You and I are going to play a game." I picked up one of the bullets and showed it to him while tilting my head to the side and opening my mouth slightly. "I'm gonna put one of these bullets in here. And you're going to tell me how many of you there are and where T-boss is. Mkay?" I watched as he trembled at the sight of my gun. I don't even have a clue which number the bullet fell in. I don't care, I just want the information.

"I... I can't tell you that," he responded in dismay.

"Okay," I said, shrugging my shoulders and placing the gun next to his head. I pulled the trigger, but that one was blank. "We'll keep playing until you tell me," I told him in satisfaction.

"No, please." I pulled the trigger again, but it drew up blank. "Stop!" I pulled it again. Nothing. "Okay, Okay!! There's only one other guy with me but he's staying at the Sleep Inn it's five miles from here on Tristan Road." I could read the fear across his face. He looked as fragile as a china doll.

"Where's T-boss?" I questioned him before pulling the trigger again. Blank.

"He's in Kentucky, he's following you guys from a distance. I think he's just a pussy and is scared to face the two of you face to face." I looked at him, a smirk painted onto my lips, and pulled the trigger again, but this time, I watched the light fade from his eyes and he slumped over. I grabbed my bag and ran out and into the men's locker room and into the room where I saw Jay getting a massage.

"We have to go, now," I said in a panic, ignoring the confusion on the masseuse's face. Jay looked up at me and immediately knew what must've happened and jumped up and followed, me into the men's locker room. I watched him dress quickly before we left the way we came, the glass doors slamming shut behind us. I sat in the driver's seat and punched 'Sleep Inn' into the GPS. There it was, Tristan Road.

"What the hell happened back there?" Jay asked me, irritation implied through his tone.

"One of T-Boss's little minions tried to kidnap me back there, but I got the information from him and killed him." I glanced at the GPS, following the directions.

"Damn it Bey, you didn't have to kill him! The cops will be onto us....." I just thought of that, but I'm done trying to always stay ahead of them. If we loose them on a chase or whatever, or kill them, then who cares. We're leaing the country anyways.

"Who cares?! Fuck them. It's just us," I replied, taking his warm hand in mine.

"Did I ever tell you I love you," he asked with a chuckle playing on his mouth. I nodded my head in satisfaction and continued to follow the GPS to the hotel. "Wait, where are you going?" I smiled in realization that we're one step ahead of the game.

"The other guy that came with him is supposed to be here." I pulled into the fairly empty parking lot and grabbed my purse, placing my it in the back and resting the gun in the holster on my belt. We walked inside, hand in hand, arrived at the desk. "We're friends of um...." I realized I didn't know their names and felt really ignorant. I could've thought to ask everything else but their fucking names. Shit.

"Jake and Sean," Shawn finished for me confidently and adjusted the Nets snapback on his head.

"Yea, and we were wondering what room they were in. We're surprising them," I told the woman with a convincing smile. I watched her red acrylics mover across the keys and waited for her response.

"Floor 4, room 265," she said with an attitude and I rolled my eyes at her before walking away. Jay let me walk into the elevator first and pressed the button for floor 4.

"How did you know their names?" I asked incredously.

"I was familiar with the gang. We used to be friends. I thought of who was usually sent on the jobs and it was normally Sean and Jake," he replied, and wrapped an arm around my waist. We approached room 265 and rapped our knuckles on the door.

"Who is it?" said the voice from the other side of the door.

"Sean.... I got her," Jay responded, sounding amazingly similar to the guy at the massage studio. I heard the door unlock and in front of us stood a tall man with shaggy hair and freshly shaven facial hair. Instantly, I whipped out my gun and Shawn did the same as I looked him in the eyes.

"Let us in. Now."

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A/N

I keep cliff hanger on deck lmaoo. But yea Jake is Jake Gyllenhaal. From the Run trailer as usual lol. Sorry I was so mean last night I was just cranky and mad my other story had only like 20 votes. I would say lol but it's not funny. Lmfao but anyways comment and tell me what you guys think will happen next. Love you sweeties! Thanks for reading,

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