-Love In A Life Of Sin✔️-

Chapter16

JAYS POV

I stood there with my jaw scraping the floor while Beyoncé had her hand over her mouth. Did that really just happen? I had to ask myself, would Beyoncé really do that? My baby, the little cutie patootie that is too scared to even book her own dentist appointments, did she really just shoot two innocent men?

((Please officers innocent tho? Mhm. Smh.))

"Shawn..." She whispered through tears as she crouch between the two bodies of the men. I saw that their chests were still moving up and down in sync with their breathing. I quickly threw on my clothes and grabbed my phone.

"Bey, we gotta go.. Like now." She did nothing but sit and cry by the bodies. This was a hospital and I knew for sure the police would be in here soon enough, shit they probably got 20 men out the front, i also knew we didn't have time to sit around in a puddle of regret.

Fighting through the pain, I picked up Beyoncé so that she was standing on her feet. I put my hand around her waist and started running. Her legs weren't cooperating with me so I was quite literally dragging her.

As much pain as I was in from the stab wound I was still healing from, I managed to drag Beyoncé to the back of the hospital and out of the doors.

I scanned around to look for any mode of transport apart from the obvious ambulance in front of my eyes. I knew I didn't really have a choice when I heard police sirens.

"Ah fuck it.." I broke the window of the ambulance drivers side and opened to door to unlock it. Then I put Beyoncé in the passenger side, so that I could begin looking for the keys.

The sirens became louder as I gave up looking for the keys. Without thinking about it, I reached my hands down and hot wired the car.

"C'mon c'mon c'mon..." Finally the engine started and I huffed in relief. Soon enough, we were on the road.

Luckily there were no police cars chasing us because we made our escape without being noticed, but that was the least my worries at that point. Well no I wouldn't say that I was fully aware of how many people would be looking for us but I, as usual, also had Beyoncé on my mind.

Hours of driving passed and she hadn't said a word to me. She just sat there and looked out the window, moping.

We were on the freeway, in an ambulance and no one in tier card looked like they have a fuck, which was great. But the hospital would soon find out about their missing ambulance and put two and two together. And obviously they only have I track down the number plate and BOOM. Shawn Carter and Beyoncé Knowles locked up for life.

I needed to switch the number plate and dump this one somewhere off track of where bey and I were. The thing is, I left my last number plate at my house. So I would now have to wait on Liam to hook me.

Liam is the man. Really, I mean I go to him for everything. In an industry so full of convening and deceiving, i live by the rule: trust no one. But Liam was the only exception.

Back in the day,we were like 17, He and I were partners. We took on minor things like selling Pot and LSD. Which is a lot simpler than the cocaine business, where I work. Anyway, there was not a soul who could fuck us over and we were inseparable. Until Liam started having family problems.

One thing we promised each other was that no matter how far in we were, family comes first. So when Liam's Brother was diagnosed with insomnia and Lung Cancer, he had all the reason in the world to leave. But when I say leave I don't mean the life. I mean me.

Liam still supplies me with whatever I need, from Merchandise to security. how he gets it, I don't know. I never ask or cared enough to do so. I know he will let me know if he needs help, just as I would if I needed help, so I don't worry.