Bound

XIX

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Porsha held up the horse sized red pill with narrowed eyes, "What the hell is this?"

"It's a new thing, don't worry about it. It dissolves in liquid so yo job ain't gonna be hard. It'll fuck her up, you said the show start in 2 hours right?" Porsha nodded, "Aight well give her one or two 10 minutes before and she'll be fucked up right on time, trust me sis."

"Good." Porsha put the pill back in its baggie and put the baggie in her purse and came back with three crisp hundred dollar bills. "We never saw each other."

"Nope. Safaree was my brother, if the Justice system can't put that bitch away then I will. Starting with her fucking career and that bitch of hers."

Porsha just shrugged, "This will do it then. I still want my cut when this shit all said and done."

Shamika rolled her eyes, "Bitch, I said I got you so stop buggin out."

"I'm just wantin to know how you gon pay me that 8 million, yo brother wasn't exactly catchin bags."

Shamika glared at Porsha, "Look, who I'm workin with is good for it, aight? You got your shit now get the fuck outta here Porsha before you late."

"Whatever. I better have my money tonight."

"Oh and don't give that bitch more than 1 pill, you might kill her."

Porsha nodded, she was gonna give Beyoncé 4 regardless. She never did like that gold digging bitch anyway.

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Nicki's P.O.V.

"You nervous baby?" Nicki wrapped her arms around Beyoncé's shoulders the moment her hair and makeup was done but Beyoncé was so damn beautiful all of that wasn't even necessary.

Beyoncé shook her head, feeling a little jittery, "Uh, n-no...I'm just, I-I don't know, energetic."

Nicki pulled back a little and turned Beyoncé's chair around so she could see her better, she's never heard Beyoncé stutter before. Before she could say anything there was a glass of juice between her and Beyoncé's face and Nicki looked up to see Porsha there.

The last bitch she wanted to see today. And yet Porsha was every goddamn where.

"Here, drink this. You look like you got dry mouth."

Nicki took the glass with a glare, "She don't need no damn juice Porsha, give her some water. Damn, do I have to think for you now?"

Porsha just sighed and reached inside of her purse and pulled out a bottle of water and handed it to Beyoncé. "Drink up, you're gonna need it. You owe me two water bottles now, gold digger."

Nicki snatched the water out of Porsha's hand, and nearly snatched her too, "Porsha, disappear."

Porsha just smiled and walked out of the dressing room and Nicki unscrewed the bottle cap, relieved that it didn't give her trouble with her long nails because it usually did.

She handed it to Beyoncé who drank it greedily and was nearly through the entire thing before she grimaced, "Where the fuck does she get her water, it tastes weird."

Nicki rolled her eyes and threw away the bottle, "Baby, you're just nervous but Oprah is nice, just remember the cover story we came up for your human life, okay?"

"Nicki. Something doesn't feel right."

Beyoncé tried to get up but Nicki made her sit back down and sat in her lap, "You're just nervous, just take some deep breaths for me, okay?"