Clichés In the Dark Past {FIN}[Editing]

Chapter Twenty-Four.

Bey's P.O.V.
I woke to see Shawn scrolling on his phone while he sat on the side of the bed. Seeing he was oblivious to the fact that I was awake, I stealthily wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind, rubbing his chest soothingly with my hands.
"Goodmorning," he said pleasantly.

"Morning," I replied before pressing my lips to his cheek in a plush kiss. "Whatcha lookin' at?" I could barely make out the words and pictures on the illuminated screen. He finally turned to kiss me, but I avoided his lips, awaiting an answer with a raised eyebrow.

"Well you know how Diaz is busting his and his gang's asses to find us?" I smiled, nodding my head at the remembrance of our escapes from danger. "It looks like we've found them first." My eyes widened at the mere thought of ridding ourselves of 1 of the 3 enemies we've made in the past month. I itched to know how my husband always managed to find out confidential information. How he always knew people's location.

"How?" I inquired.

"I have a really good friend, Onika, but everyone calls her Nicki for short. But anyways, he tried to turn her against us, but she decided to play games with them," he began with a smile. "Instead of turning them down, she's going to meet with them at their new headquarters in Vegas. The Ivanka hotel. So, it looks like we're gonna head out today so we'll be there by tonight...... Then we destroy them," he replied menacingly. I smirked, eager to do something viciously horrible to the people who were responsible for my cousin's death.

"And how will we do that?" He chuckled lowly before kissing my forehead with an expression of anticipation on his face.

"We blow it all up."

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Driving down the streets in a comfortable silence, I couldn't help but to picture or even wonder how we would pull this off. I had no doubt in my mind that we could do it- I mean hell, we got the man out of prison- but I just craved to know what Jay had up his sleeve this time. It was approaching 1 o'clock and we had passed the Nevada border nearly 45 minutes ago. But now, Jay pulled up to a small outdoor mall where regular civilians milled around, their hands full of bags.

"Babe, what are we doing here?" His laugh echoed in my ears as he parked the car in a handicapped spot.

"Since when do you not like to shop?" I instantly unclasped my seatbelt and stepped onto the hot pavement, not even stopping to let him open the door for me. "That's what I thought," he said before he grabbed my hand.

"Jay, this is a handicapped spot," I told him with a confused expression. He smiled and whipped out a pistol, shooting a gold casing through the blue sign that was now ruined.

"It isn't anymore." We shared laugh before entering a Saks Fifth Avenue. It was not even a minute before a woman appeared before us with a tired smile forced upon her face.

"Hello, welcome to Saks. What can I help you all find today?" I looked at Shawn, expecting him to answer because I knew that we wouldn't be here unless there was a reason. We had no plan and he wanted to blow up the Ivanka tonight. There was way too much to be done for us to just be randomly dilly-dallying at the mall.

"I was wondering if you had any cocktail dresses for my wife.. And maybe something more...." He paused, trying to think of a more sophisticated word to replace the one I knew he wanted to use. The woman giggled a little and looked at him knowingly.

"More sexy?" she half whispered. He chuckled and nodded with that crooked smile he knew I loved.

"Exactly." We then followed her to a corner on the third level of the store where not a soul dared to linger.

"This is where we keep our more.... Mature dresses for women. Feel free to look around. I'll be in the dressing rooms if you need me."

"Thank you," I said with a sweet smile. Jay's eyes were instantly drawn to an exposing black, leather ensemble. I immediately looked at him with a disapproving glance, but he still searched the through the rack for my size and held it.