Kill Or Be Killed | Completed

Chapter 22

Manhattan, New York

"Y'all are no fucking help. I asked y'all to help me remodel the shop, and y'all sit on your asses and eat fucking pizza," Beyoncé complained.

Jay got another slice of pizza and said "We've been working all day, we need a break."

Beyoncé decided to remodel her shop just a little so she asked the only family she really has to help. She could've easily asked the people who actually worked at the shop but, everyone's opinions would've clashed, and made things more difficult. They've been working since 9am and not it was going on 7pm.

"Get the fuck out, all of you. Y'all are officially cut off," Beyoncé said.

"Nooo, you're the glue that holds up together," Nicki whined.

"Bey you need to relax, you doing the most right now," Tommie said.

"The problem is that you need some dick. Jay must not be hitting right cause you been a little uptight lately. I can help you out if you want," Jacob said causing everyone to laugh except Beyoncé, and Jay.

Beyoncé threw a box across the shop, at Jacob "You're fired."

"I hope you know I have no problem shooting you," Jay said in a serious tone.

"I was joking, trying to lighten the mood. Y'all know I only got eyes for one girl," Jacob said.

"If you only had eyes for Brianna, you wouldn't be fucking every girl in New York," Dave said.

"It's been 5 years, I'll be damned if I waited 5 years for some pussy."

Beyoncé threw another box at Jacob, "My sister is not just pussy."

"I ain't mean it like that. It's just that the sex was exceptional but I have needs," Jacob said.

Beyoncé's face held a shocked expression "You had sex with my sister?" she asked.

"Yeah, a few times. In fact I took her virginity," Jacob smiled.

"If you want your life I advise you to stop talking. Even though she ain't killing niggas no more she is still the devil," Jayceon said.

"This is too much, my heart can't take it," Beyoncé said dramatically as she began to pace.

"Here her crazy ass go pacing again," Tommie laughed.

"Bryson!" Beyoncé called out.

Bryson came from the back of the tattoo shop "What's up?"

"What are you doing?" Beyoncé asked.

"Stocking the shelves like you asked me to do," he replied.

"Where the fuck is this receptionist that I'm supposed to be meeting?"

"Uh, Mel, her daughter got sick so she had to take her to the doctor, and she doesn't have anyone to watch her at night so she couldn't make it today," Bryson said.

"Mel, as in Mel, or Mel as in short for Melody?" Nicki asked.

"She's on to something," Jay said pointing at Nicki.

"Her name's Melody," Bryson said.

"It can't be, Bri ain't got no kids," Tommie said.

"It can't hurt to try," Jacob said.

Beyoncé looked at Bryson then back at everyone else "Tell her to come now, she can bring the child."

30 minutes later and everyone was on edge. This could go really good or really bad. Everyone was in Beyoncé's office at the back of the shop, looking at the security cameras. The bell on the door rung indicating someone has entered.