Bound

XX

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Beyoncé's P.O.V.

An allergic reaction. That's what Nicki's PR team was running with and with the footage that was floating around, it sold easily. Beyoncé at something she didn't know that she was fatally allergic to but she was recovering now.

Beyoncé was actually surprised by how many well wishes she was getting via Nicki's social media accounts. If only they knew who they were wishing to get better.

She was positive God was up there throwing a fucking fit. Good. Bougie Bitch.

Nicki was out running errands and she told Beyoncé to stay home and get more rest. She'd been more protective lately since she was poisoned and Porsha was nowhere to be found. Nicki said she'd take care of it but Beyoncé wasn't going to be patient about it.

The moment Nicki was a safe distance away, Beyoncé was out of the bed and in the shadow world. She knew exactly where Porsha was. She was in New York, camping out with some bitch named Shamika.

Beyoncé watched them for a while, not making herself visible just yet, they were arguing in the kitchen. Shamika was upset that Porsha gave Beyoncé too many pills and it all could've been traced back to her and Porsha was demanding her money.

They were going back and forth and the more she listened, the angrier she became. They wanted to end Nicki's career, starting with her by making her seem like a drunk.

It backfired clearly. And now these two idiots were mad. Beyoncé would give them something to be made about then. Beyoncé made herself known and came around the corner, startling both of them.

"Oh shit," Porsha seemed a little faint to see Beyoncé, alive and well, not even questioning how she found her so fast and how she even got in, "Nicki sent you didn't she?"

Shamika didn't look scared at all, she picked up a knife, "Ion know how the fuck you got yo black ass in here but you tryin the wrong bi-ack!"

Porsha watched Shamika get backhanded headfirst into the refrigerator, knocked out cold.

"I'll deal with her later." Beyoncé said calmly, eyes never leaving Porsha, "You and I have something to talk about first."

Porsha watched as Beyoncé's eyes turned black and she didn't even have time to scream.

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Beyoncé was startled awake, she was full and sleepy, but something sharp woke her up out of her sleep. Beyoncé was on the defensive for a second before she sensed Nicki behind her and turned her head to see the megastar standing there with a woven basket in her hands.

"Nicki? Did you slap me?"

"Yes. Wake the hell up."

Beyoncé felt Nicki's anger rolling off her in waves and sighed heavily, "whatever it is, I didn't do it."

"Tuh! TUH!"

Nicki glared down at her, and held the basket in both hands and shook it. Whatever was in it rattled loudly and Beyoncé frowned up at Nicki in confusion.

"What's in there?"

Nicki's glare, if possible, got harder as she reached inside the basket and threw something at Beyoncé with so much force it actually hurt a little when it hit her in the face. Beyoncé picked up the fancy little white stick and stared at it.

Turning it this way and that, "Uh, cool?"

Nicki's eye twitched but Beyoncé wasn't even paying her any attention, "Aw look it has a little screen on it...what do these two lines mean?" Beyoncé sniffed it and made a face, "Nika, did you pee on this?"