Manhattan, New York
Tuesday, November 25
Onika

I laid Cavalli down and kissed her cheek. She held onto my neck, not letting me go, not wanting to. Whoever Cavalli was with, she clung to them. It was Bey's fault. The more Beyonce spoiled her to death, the more bratty she got. I expected it but not like this. Bey would just tell me 'you spoil a child, you get a brat' (tell me y'all remember this quote. It's mine.)

"Mama let go."

"Mhm mhm."

Just then, my phone started ringing so I knew my baby girl just had to let go but she wouldn't. Not wanting to hear her whine and cry, I picked her up and carried her to my room.

I picked up my phone for Taylor. "Beyonce got into something else, didn't she?"

"No, you need to come see what's wrong with your girl. She won't talk to me or Joseph and she won't come out of her room. I know she in there crying, I can hear her."

"But why'd you call me first? Where's Granny?"

"Not answering her phone. I don't know what's going on Cookie, you need to come see what's wrong with her."

"I'm on my way. Have the door unlocked and both of you stay there. I'm bringing Cavalli with me."

"Where are we going Mommy?" Cavalli asked as I hung up the phone.

"We're going to see Momma."

"Yes!" She yelled then I let her down. She ran into her room and I knew she was putting her shoes on. With Beyonce's help, she knew exactly how to put on her shoes, which shoe was the correct one, and how to tie her shoes. Beyonce was a good mother.

I went to get her out of her room and she was holding her coloring book and a teddy bear. Here she goes.

"Put them down Cavalli. We're not staying."

"There's something wrong with Momma?"

"I don't know."

"I do! Yes! These make her feel better. Where are my crayons?!" She yelled. I just smiled at her as she tore her room to pieces looking for the colored pencils, crayons, and markers that were on her damn bed, under the covers. She will be cleaning this shit up.

"Come on."

"Where are your shoes Mommy?" She asked.

"I got them, come on."

I put my shoes on that were by the door and we got in the Ghost that Beyonce had given me five years ago. I hadn't touched it since she hit me but for some reason, I'm driving it now. Beyonce told me that this car was Cavalli's when she grew older. Whatever.

When we got to Beyonce's house, Taylor was standing outside, waiting for Cavalli and I. When Cavalli saw Taylor, she ran to him and hugged him. He picked her up and twirled her. Cute. I got to the door and asked him where she was.

"In her room. Still won't come her a-" I stared at him. "Butt out of there."

"Okay." I paused. "If you let anything happen to my daughter, I'll kill you and I'm not playin'."

"I believe you."

We all walked in but I was the only one that went upstairs. I knocked on Beyonce's door, whispering, "Bey, open the door. What's wrong?"

She didn't say anything back to me but I could hear her sniffling, I could hear her crying. I knocked on the door again.

"Giselle, come on. You won't open the door for nobody else, at least open this door for me. Cavalli's downstairs with her teddy bear and her coloring pages, she wants to make you feel better."

She chuckled softly but she continued to cry. I saw the door handle jiggle but she never opened the door, she was just playing with it.

"Beyonce."

"Where's Valli?" Her voice sounded so stripped.

"Downstairs."

"She allowed to be here?"

"Stop being fucking petty and open the door. I hear yo big baby ass crying, open the door so I can make you feel better."

She opened the door. She looked like she had been crying for like an hour, I know her head hurt like a muthafucka. I pulled her into a hug and she hugged me tight as hell. Like she didn't wanna let me go.

"What happened? Why you in here crying?" I asked against her chest.

"Nana dead."

"What the fuck?! You serious?" I pushed her off unintentionally as tears welled up in my shit. I wasn't gonna cry though, not right now, this was her time.

"Nah I'm fucking playin-"

"Noooo! Do not start this shit. You doing good, don't take no steps back because you're in a bad space. For real."

She hugged me again then shut the door, pushing me against it. We just hugged there. I rubbed her back and I could feel her tears on my shirt.

"Out of all the niggas that could've died, why the fuck was it her?"

"I don't know Bey. Where the boys at?"

"Downstairs. AJ damn near in tears too. Ramon acting like he don't wanna cry, he gon' cry when y'all get home." Her body shook with laughter.

"I'm sorry Bey." I mumbled. "I really am sorry. Everything that's happening is going to come together in the end."

"But I don't want it to come together in the end. I want her to be here right now. I want her to make me feel better. I want her to be in Cavalli's life." She sniffed then held me tighter.

"You killing me right now Giselle."

"I'm sorry Onika, for everything that I've ever done to you. You didn't deserve it and you still don't deserve the bad things that I've done to you. I should have given you happiness instead of trying to hurt you because of my pride."

Why did it take Nana's death for her to realize that? Why did her pain have to bring me my happiness? Why did that have to be it?

No matter what happened between Beyonce and I, I never wanted anything bad to happen to her, I wanted the best for her, no matter what she found it in. I'm in love with her.

"I've already forgiven you Beyonce."

"I wanted Nana to be here to see our wedding."

"Our wedding?"

"Yes. We're gonna get married."

I just said okay.

"Mommy! Where's Momma?!" Cavalli yelled from outside the door.

"Can I open the door?" I asked.

She wiped her tears then went in the bathroom to wash her face. She opened the door and minutes later, they were sitting on Bey's fucked-up bed, playing with Cavalli's teddy bear and coloring in her book. I was surprised when it actually started to cheer Beyonce up. I knew we were staying over here tonight and Cavalli was sleeping in the bed with us. I wouldn't let her sleep anywhere else, I didn't need anything to happen to her.

**

"What happened Cookie?" Taylor asked. "Is she okay?"

"Remember when you said Nana wasn't answering her phone? I know why now."

"Why?" He asked.

"Nana's dead and she's distraught about it. She won't be out of that room for a few days." I was going to keep her either in her room or with Ms. Boe, no matter how much money it costed. I wouldn't allow beyonce to take four steps back like she almost did earlier when I asked her if she was serious.

"She's got business to handle Onika."

"I don't give a fuck about her having business to handle! She's not doing it! Nobody is about to push her into anger and violence again. It's not gonna happen."

Joseph peeked his head in the room. "What the hell is going on in here?"

"Taylor has me fucked up thinking Beyonce is about to stay in this shit, especially right now. YOU handle the fucking business nigga 'cause she ain't doing it."

"Alright Cookie, you got it. She's not doing it."

"I fucking know nigga."

I had lost my appetite, throwing the cereal down on the counter, leaving that shit right there. Beyonce was done with this. Everything she had built was hers, one-hundred percent and she had so much money, she wouldn't have to ever work again, me either but I wanted to keep working. I don't give a fuck about loose ends she needed to tie up. Those loose ends could kill her and I didn't want that to happen. I had to do something.

Queens, New York
Friday, November 28
Onika

"Where the fuck is Lucifer?! Why is this bitch in my face?!"

I rolled my eyes. I was used to the disrespect from bitch ass niggas with high profiles like Genie. Although Beyonce was powerful and had everything she wanted, she had one person to report to. Genie. He was a bitch ass nigga and he wasn't concrete. At all. Nothing he said was to be trusted. He lied about anything that he said he would do.

Beyonce wouldn't tell me who she reported to so I had to go around her to figure it out. Right now, I had her with Cavalli so she wouldn't even think about me. Except the fact that Cavalli looked just like me.

"Genie, your bullshit will not hold Lucifer down. She told you she wanted ou-"

"There's no out for a woman like Lucifer! She's brought me and herself more money than she will ever get in her life. There's no reason for her to want to get out. She will get over it."

My eyes narrowed and my ears twitched as soon as he said it. She will get over it.

Beyonce had told me the same thing when I told her that I wanted to go home. Beyonce told me that she was trying to protect me. Was it from this? Going behind her back seemed like a terrible idea right now, especially with the shape she was in.

"She wants out."

"She told me. I don't give a fuck."

"Bitch I will kill you! You're not about to keep her in this shit for longer than she wants to."

"You could come suck my dick-"

"See, I'm tired of playing fucking games. You such a dick, you should suck your own."

"Lucifer ain't here to protect you hoe, watch your mouth." He was getting angrier by the second but I didn't care.

"I'm not watching shit! You need to let her out."

"There are no fucking outs bitch! How many times do I have to tell you that shit?! She wanted this shit in the first place. The only out is death and I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to die at thirty-one."

"I won't beg you but she gon' get out."

"I'mma let yo ass out just to see what you think you can do. No matter what you say or what you do Cookie, Lucifer will always belong to me."
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Damn so Nana's dead... Ain't that some shit. Do y'all think that's gonna cause Bey to be more messed up by this?

Genie?

How do y'all think this whole thing will play out?