REDEMPTION

FOUR

I know you don't care too much but I still care...
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Lauren: I love and miss you.

BK: I'll be home tonight.

Lauren: Ok... I'm going out so you may beat me there. See you soon, baby.

The back of her neck prickled with her irritation. One thing about Lauren, she always stayed out no matter how much Beyoncé wanted her to stay home. Still, she couldn't complain because she'd been this way since the day she met her. She always made it clear that she loved having a good time and being the center of attention so that she could flaunt all of her nice things.

Placing the phone in her back pocket, Beyoncé sighed running her fingers through her hair, and returned her attention on the man in front of her who was running off at the mouth, desperately trying to say something that would save his life. It wasn't Beyoncé's style to let anyone beg this long for anything, and she wasn't sure why she was entertaining it now, but it was time to put it all to an end.

"I mean, I ain't know that nigga was part of her crew, yo! If I hada known, then I wouldn't have planned that hit on him. You know me, BK. You know I wouldn't touch one of y'all men. I put that on my daughter!"

"I know that, huh?" Beyoncé replied, only half paying attention as she glanced at Robyn signaling that her patience had just run out. Catching the words behind her eyes, Robyn nodded in return and pulled her gun, simultaneously cocking it.

Zip, zip!

Two silenced bullets pierced the man's body, one in the head and the other in the chest, killing him instantly. His lifeless body slumped over in the chair he'd been tied to as blood oozed from the two holes in his body.

"Bout time. I've been waiting to kill someone all week. Thought you were thinkin' about turning over a new leaf." Robyn chuckled, joking with Beyoncé, even though she knew it wasn't true. Never had the boss shown anyone mercy, because she felt that it was a weakness. She hadn't taken over by being weak or by handing out second chances, and she didn't plan on ever doing so.

With a light snort, Beyoncé flicked the bridge of her nose with her thumb as she shook her head.

"You know I'm not the type to leave loose ends," she says nonchalantly.

She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket but ignored it, not wanting to get involved in personal issues when her mind was supposed to be on business. More than likely it was Lauren, again. She was always happiest when Beyoncé was in the streets. There was something about the boss in Beyoncé that excited her. Maybe it was the thrill of the lifestyle. Beyoncé had long ago grown beyond the allure that this kind of life used to give her. She'd been stacking her bread with full knowledge that she wasn't the type to be in them for long.

Once she reached the height of her empire, there was nowhere else left to go but down, and she didn't plan on going out like that. She'd seen plenty people she admired wind up either dead or in prison, and that wasn't the route that she had planned for herself. On the other end was Robyn, who pledged her life to the streets and was more than capable of taking over once Beyoncé made her exit so she'd be able to start on the family she had planned. Being a single child, she wanted to have a large family. Her dream was always to have a house full of kids.