-Forever young✔-

Chapter39|part3|

JAYS POV

Before I could say anything else, music started playing from the back of the grand hall. First Solange walked down the white carpet aisle with Anton holding her hand. He ran up to me and bumped my fist before joining Kanye, Trey and Chris. Next down the Aisle was Kelly and Jules. Then michelle and my little niece, who was throwing little white rose petals everywhere. Lastly came Ashley and Rihanna, presumably Beyoncé's last bridesmaids, and that's when the music changed. I can't believe she remembered this song... "marry you" by Bruno Mars was like my number one wedding song since the day it came out. I told Beyoncé that when the song first came out years ago and we never spoke about it again, purely because it didn't come up. But this just shows how much she knows me.

The crowd stood and faced the back of the room. I bit my lip as I wiped the nervous sweat off the palms of my hands. As "the mamas", beys back up singers, sang marry you, I saw my fiancé and my best man at the end of the aisle. She chose Kanye to walk her down the aisle. I chuckled to myself, thinking about how much Kanye must feel like the shit.

Beyoncé stood there in her dress as the white lights provided her an angelic glow. The dress showed off a lot of cleavage and hugged her figure in all the right places, you wouldn't notice that she had just given birth. She began walking down the aisle and everyone just stared in awe. How did I get this woman? How? She's got beauty, class, and a whole lot of ass, and it's all mine. Kanye and Bey reached the end of the aisle and Kanye gave her a hug. Bey pulled away from him and our eyes met. I grabbed her hands and she leaned in and whispered

"Happy Birthday" I stole a quick kiss from her and the pastor stepped forward.

"Dearly beloved, We are gathered here today, on this happy and joyous occasion, to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony. If anyone objects to this marriage, please speak now or forever hold your-"

"WAIT!!" Oh my god... Is that who I think it is? I immediately stood in front of Beyoncé as the familiar black man limped down the aisle. Bey peeked over my shoulder and gasped.

"That's the guy who shot you the day I got back from the hospital after..." Bey whispered in my ear, I knew all too well who this nigga was and why he was limping. I stabbed his ass when he assisted in Usher kidnapping Beyoncé and nearly raped her. But that wasn't all he did.

"And the guy who hit my car head on and tried to kill me with a baseball bat" I heard her swallow hard and grip onto my hand. "What are you doing here?" I saw security guards walking up behind him but signalled for them to wait. He seemed like he was in trouble.

"I'm not here to cause trouble or pain! I came here to warn y'all.."

"Warn us because of what?"

"Usher... He's at the reception hall and he is planning to kill Beyoncé..." Someone tell me why this nigga out breath from walking 10 yards. "He sent me here to make sure everything goes along with his plan, please y'all have to believe me! Beyoncé you are in danger!"

"How do we know you are not lying to us? You damn near killed me and kidnapped my fiancé, what makes you think we gon listen to you?" The guy, who I roughly remember as "Sven", sighed.

"Well first off-"

"Nah nah hold up, you say Usher is going to try to kill me?" He nodded. "Shouldn't he be in jail?" Bey said.

"He won his court case."

BEYS POV

WHAT?!?! There is proof everywhere that Usher is guilty. How could he have possibly been found innocent? Usher going to jail was the only thing that kept me feeling safe at night, but now he is a free man. And he's coming back to finish what we started. Why is it that whenever I try to marry this fool, some shit has got to go down?