The Holy Trinity One Shots

Gangsta

I need a gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That's just what gangsters do

I'm fucked up, I'm black and blue
I'm built for it, all the abuse
I got secrets, that nobody, nobody knows
I'm good on, that pussy shit
I don't want, what I can get
I want someone, with secrets
That nobody, nobody, nobody knows

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"Shut dat shit up, bitch!" The masked Barbadian shouts at the scared screaming bank teller.

"Aight, ya got a good five minutes left before the cops get here." Normani speaks into the group's ear pierces. The scanner had just gone off saying someone called 911 before being shot in the head by the hot headed leader. The closest of the cops reported they were nine minutes out, but Mani knew the game. Nine meant five maybe six like, the cops would say it in hopes the burglars had a person like Mani listening to the scanners who'd report the wrong time back to their people.

"Go fill up the damn bags!" The thick Texan orders to the tellers in front of her, throwing a bag at them while keeping her guns pointed at their heads.

The employees standing in front of the two robbers do as they're told. Grabbing a bag, they quickly fill up them up with the money.

The third robber that's in their group comes out with her uzi aimed at the employees who'd filled the bags with the money from the vault.

"Two minutes. Let's go." Normani's voice rushed the group inside the bank

"Aight leggo!" The tall leader demanded to her group as they rushed out the bank and to the awaiting getaway car.

The bags filled with money were thrown into the black Escalade before the three women piled in.

Masks and wigs were thrown off the second Normani sped off, police sirens in the distance.

"That was amazing." Beyoncé smiles wide from the adrenaline rush coursing through her. Every time they do this kind of shit, it's like a high for her and always feels so damn good.

"Fuck yes!" Dinah says excitedly as she kisses her girlfriend, who by the way is driving the damn car.

"Aye cut dat shit out. I ain't tryna die muhfuckas." Rihanna says to Dinah's horny ass with a smile.

Dinah continues kissing on Normani, smirking at Robyn every now and then. Dinah and Mani do this shit after every single heist. Robyn can't really front though. Every single one of them, including herself, gets horny and excited after each successful mission.

This was Rihanna and Beyoncé's 8th heist on the larger scale that they'd done together. There were five huge bank robberies, and three major jewelry heists, Cartier, Tiffany's, and Harry Winston had all been ran through with perfect precision. Total, they'd now made off with over half a billion dollars, and they had a lot to show for it.

A few of them were honestly just for fun and because they could. When Bey had mentioned she wanted the fattest diamond when she gets proposed to, Robyn took Bey and a few of her girls to Tiffany's. And they cleared the store the fuck out, getting whatever they saw and left. After looking through their loot, nothing really called out to Bey's attention, so they went to Cartier and did it all over again.

Beyoncé and Robyn had been together since they were 17 years old. Now at 26, they're just as in love today as they were then. They have the most caring, toxic, beautiful, and heartbreaking relationship in the history of relationships. They fight like they hate each other and fuck the exact same way. But when they're good, man they're good. From the young age of 17, Bey had been Rihanna's kryptonite. She was never soft, gentle or caring with anybody except the girl who held her heart in her perfect hands.