Barbie || Beynika

🤍03: Watch Yo Mouth🤍

Onika
August 25th
Atlanta, Georgia

"Where the fuck is my money!?." Ama yelled as she slapped some guy across the face and I clapped like a 5 year old who's just been given a years supply of candy. Ama added drug dealing to her own 'hustle' so this guy...well you get it.

"Enough with the talk already put a bullet through his head now!." Summer cried as Robyn chuckled beside her. Summer was always all about the action, get to the punching, get to the biting, get to the shooting...she never savored it like the rest of us.

"Hush. Besides, that's my job," I said to her with an eye roll. I'm the oldest, aside from Ty so I call.the shots. "Also where's Tyrone and Ari anyway, I haven't seen em or heard from them in days."

"Danica sent em off to Vegas." Amala said as she tightened the chains used to tie up her guy making him scream out as she kicked him in the face, him spitting out blood as we all smiled. Blood was like a world of art to us. If it isn't out by the time we done beating you up, we ain't done enough yet.

"Vegas, why are they in Vegas!?," I asked low key freaking out..Danica sent my fucking best friend off to Vegas without even letting me know.

"You tell us," Robyn said on her phone again. Prolly talking to the girl she been secretly dating, Meg I think was her name.

"Danica really has the strangest missions."

"You're telling me," Amaka said as she wiped her hands. "Nic, kill him now." She said as walked away. Ama hates shooting them herself cause that's how her dad was killed but she has absolutely no problem beating em to death.

"Alright nigga, got any last words?," I asked him as I put the bullets into the gun and cocked it ready to pull thr trigger. I was about to when I got an unknown phone call making me groan as I tossed the gun to titi.

"Rob, take care of this for me."

"Why, where you going?." She said shooting the guy twice in his stomach and head without even looking in his direction as his blood splatteered everywhere making me cry inside, I wanted to do that.

"Bey," I said with an eye roll already knowing who was calling as she chuckled. I ran out and into my car leaving them. Whatever Bey had to tell me best be important.

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I pulled up to her dad's place record time, 2 minutes. I didn't even know if it was cause I was mad pr irritated but I just know that I ignored every single traffic light/sign, almost ran a person over, and almost caused an accident. I swear to God I'm going to strangle Bey if she called me over for anything stupid.

"Beyoncé!," I yelled breaking into her house with a hair pin not even bothering about the door bell. I saw her coming down the stairs in a yellow off-shouldered mini dress, and a pair of some pretty sandals. She had her hair in a up do pony tail which ran down by the side of her face and some shades which complemented her makeup. Not gonna lie, she looked really beautiful..beautiful enough to give someone a boner buh still...I did not get to shoot someone today cause of her.

"Yea," She said calmly as she finally came down the huge flight of stairs, staring me in the eyes...or atleast I think she was, those glasses were way too fucking big. "How did you even get-"

"Hair pin. Now down to the point, why did you call me here?."

"To drive me to my friend's place," She shrugged..Why you little-

"The fuc- and you can't drive!?."

"I can. But ofcourse, my dad being rich.. I technically can't drive myself cause of the possibilities of getting kidnapped. And love don't you ever talk to me like I'm your puppet ever again, or you are going to regret it I tell you that," She said about to walk away. Oh she did not just do that.

I grabbed her hair, pulling her back with my left leg right under the back of her ankles making her waist slip right in my hands the minute she fell back. Her hair was long enough to her neck to I held it tight while choking her. I am gonna teach this rich girl to behave.

"Ok baby, listen to me. You rich, I see that, you're pretty, I like that, and you got your own, I love that, but you see what I dont like...that smart mouth God planted on your face. Now you got a lot of options but I'm only gonna give you two, it's either you cut the damn thing off or learn to control it. Understood?." I grabbed her throat harder choking her even more as she nodded fast making meet her girl as she sat down and started coughing, I just stood there smirking.. atleast I got to hurt one thing today, that's an accomplishment. I suddenly noticed how empty the house was.

"Where's your dad?."

"Business meeting why?," Shit. Danica's gonna roast my black ass.

"Oh just curious. One more question tho, you ain't got your own house?," I asked her with folded arms. But honestly, I mean..

"Yes i do. But i always gotten here on the whole kidnapping shit. And also, ow.. that shit hurt!." She said referring to her neck and hair as she fixed her hair up.

"When you mess with the Barbie, you get the box...and when a box is thrown at you, you can't deny...it hurts. So yea, watch yo mouth."

"You don't ever shut up do you?."

"Dont think so. Anyways, let's go, I'll type in the address while you drive. You got GPS right?," She said as I rolled my eyes.

"Who doesn't. Let's just go and while I'm driving, Bey-"

"I know I know, Watch Yo Mouth...ugh."

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