Family Feud: Vendetta Pt. 2 {FIN}

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Another long period of time went by, Beyoncé could sense it. She was unable to keep track of how many days went by so she gave up trying. She knew it had to have been more than 3 days because she remembered him bringing them breakfast at least 3 times.

Today, the door was swung open angrily making Corey jump. Instinctively, Beyoncé jumped too and grabbed Corey since he began to cry. "Put him down." Marcus demanded.

"Excuse me?" B frowned and clutched Corey tighter. "You see he's crying, what's wrong with you?"

"Bitch, I said put his ass down." He said hitting her in the head with his gun, giving her no chance to respond. Her ears began to ring as her vision blurred for a second. Beyoncé immediately put Corey down on his feet and held her head. "Tired of this bullshit. Mother fuckers don't wanna listen. I'm in control." Marcus said aloud to himself.

B could notice that he was upset. More upset and meaner than usual which made her scared. She kept her mouth shut and just stared at the floor, holding her now throbbing head. Her vision came back and she stopped seeing in 3's.

"Can't believe you got my mans locked up. He called me today... he's okay, if you care. But out here it's still hard. I can't even eat because Hova not paying me. Ty trying to be modest and shit. All Hova's shit got fucked up! Because of you!" Marcus yelled. "He just told me that this is all because of you!"

He didn't say that.

Beyoncé let Marcus yell at her without saying much of anything because she didn't know what to say. She didn't feel bad for him or Shawn, honestly. If he worked for him and knew all the foul things he'd done, then he deserved the same thing he did. Hell, he deserves it just for holding her captive right now.

"Say something!" He yelled.

"What do you want me to say?" She mumbled, finally looking up at him with a mug on her face. "I'm sorry? I feel bad?"

Marcus sucked his teeth and felt the urge to hit her again since she was being sarcastic. "You took food out of people's mouths."

"I don't give a fuck." Just as the words left her mouth, he hit her. He attacked her, but she tried to fight him back. She was holding her own for a minute but then he began to overpower her.

"You think you all that and a bag of chips. Fuck you. Dumb broad." He muttered mean names to her as he hit her without a care that her son was near. Corey screamed and cried as he watched this altercation take place. It wasn't much he could do.

"Let me see how good this shit is. Got my boy locked up by the law over some pussy. It better be good." He pushed B to the ground and snatched Corey up, sitting him in the corner to play with his toys. He just continued to cry.

"...don't." B said backing up from Marcus as he returned to her.

"Now you scared again. No more tough guy?" He took his jeans down and placed the gun on the table, along with a pocket knife. "I'm not asking for shit."

"Did he tell you to do this? I need to know if Shawn knows about this."

"Shut the fuck up." He leaned in and kissed her lips. B kept her lips sealed tight so his tongue wouldn't be able to enter. That didn't stop him from licking her lips and face. She began to cry. She didn't want this to happen especially not with her son present.