REDEMPTION

TWELVE

They don't want Yoncé on their door
Louis Slugger to your four door
Careful, you get what you asked for
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"You ain't gon' be able to get out now, Bey. Not in the middle of this."

Beyoncé didn't say anything, even though she was thinking the exact same thing that Rob had said. There standing in Jason's mother's house, they were witnesses to a crime so horrific that Chris and Dave couldn't even stomach it and were outside spewing their guts into the front lawn. Jason, along with his entire family, had been murdered, their blood covering every single wall of the small home.

Jason's body was strapped to a chair in the living room, his severed head lying in his lap. His mother, sister, and cousin's bullet-ridden bodies were laid out in the rooms they'd last been in before their untimely demise.

"Send word that we need anybody who knows anything about this to come forward," Beyoncé ordered leaving Rob to get it done. Although her voice was flat, her heart was hurting, and Robyn knew it.

Jason wasn't the best when it came to being in the streets, but he was someone Beyoncé could count on, and he proved his worth to them many times. It wasn't just Beyoncé who was grieving over the loss of a friend; the entire crew was fucked up about it.

"From what I hear, this is a revenge kill," Robyn said as she walked back into the room after about fifteen minutes of being on the phone. "Remember the dude we got at for planning the hit on Truce? He was Omar's cousin."

As soon as Robyn said it, everything became clear. Omar was a newcomer from New York that Beyoncé decided to partner with rather than erase off the map, as she normally did. The reason she opted for a partnership was because he was running a decent organization from what she heard, so Beyoncé figured she would simply let them do what they did, just change up the chain of command so that they would answer to her.

A few weeks back, she'd sent Jason to meet with Omar to set things in motion, but now Beyoncé saw that all she'd done was walk him right into the Lion's Den.

"How the fuck we miss that?"

Robyn shrugged. "His cousin isn't someone he mess with all that much. Nigga lives here and don't even fuck with Omar on a business level, but that's still family, so when he heard that his cousin was dead and we were the ones responsible, he went after the one he knew he could touch: Jason.

It's bullshit. How the hell were we supposed to know they were cousins?"

"It doesn't fuckin' matter," Beyoncé replied because she knew how people like Omar thought. It was the same way she thought. Beyoncé knew if anyone laid a hand on her family, she'd have zero understanding. 'If you didn't know, you should've known' was her thought process, because not a single soul could stop her from getting revenge.

Beyoncé pressed her lips together as she leaned down over Jason's mother's body to close her eyes and hide the look of sheer terror that still resided in them. At one point in the game, the rules were that families were off limits, but people these days didn't operate that way.

It was the reason Beyoncé had always wanted to get out before she brought on a wife and kids, because she knew for sure if anyone touched one of hers, she wouldn't sleep until she wiped out their entire bloodline. She would singlehandedly bring down hell on Earth without giving it a second thought.

"Do we have a location for them?" Beyoncé asked.

"Yeah."

"Let's go," was all Beyoncé said, causing Robyn to simply nod her head, ready to go. She had other things she needed to talk to Beyoncé about, but she knew now wasn't the time. When business matters came about, the personal things had to be pushed to the side.