Kill Or Be Killed | Completed

"You have no direct location on him but, he is getting information from the inside, someone close to me, correct?" Beyoncé said to Cube over the phone as she paced back and forth.

"Correct, he's not even in the United States. Someone close to you is giving him information, that's probably how he was able to send those flowers," Cube said.

It's been 4 days since Beyoncé met with Cube. He was able to get the bounty lifted but, there would still be people coming for her. He wasn't able to get Gucci's location mainly because he simply wasn't in the United States.

Beyoncé sighed, "More fucking problems."

"Yeah but, it ain't nothing you can't handle. Be safe and trust no one," Cube said before hanging up.

Beyoncé threw her phone on her bed then sat down, "Help me God," she mumbled with her face in her palm. Beyoncé needed to find out who was feeding Gucci information, and she needed to find out quickly.

The elevator dinged to the penthouse indicating someone had entered. Beyoncé rolled her eyes, she was not in the mood to speak with anyone, after all there was a snake in her garden.

"Daddy's home!"

Beyoncé hopped up quickly and ran to the entrance of the penthouse to see Jay standing there with a smile. Beyoncé jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him, and kissing his face repeatedly.

"I missed you so much," Beyoncé said into his neck as he held her.

"I missed you too baby," he said.

"I wasn't expecting you to be here. I'm so happy," Beyoncé said excitedly as Jay put her down.

"You're so damn beautiful woman, I love you more than life itself," Jay said making Beyoncé blush.

"How did the hearing go?" Beyoncé asked.

"I made bail until I go to trial, in 2 months. I'm being charged with possession of drugs with intent to sell. Apparently they've been watching me because the one night I have drugs in my car they want to search it, and arrest me," Jay explained.

"Gucci tipped them off, I know he did. Someone close to me is helping him, and giving him information, I just don't know who it is yet," Beyoncé said.

"Shit just keeps getting crazier and crazier," Jay mumbled.

"How many years?"

"I don't wanna say," he said breaking eye contact with her. Jay didn't want to break her heart by dropping this bomb on her, the timing wasn't right.

"Look at me, and don't lie to me Shawn. How many years?" Beyoncé repeated.

Jay looked at her, "Since I'm a first time offender 10 to 15 years," he said.

"I can't wait to get my hands on Gucci's bitch ass," Beyoncé said angrily.

"Enough about him, let's talk about this human we created," Jay said pulling Beyoncé onto his lap.

"Well you are home, I could call my doctor and set up an appointment," Beyoncé said.

"That sounds like a plan."

Beyoncé's OB was free when Beyoncé called so she allowed her to come for an appointment. Words couldn't describe how happy Jay was. He never really thought about having kids but, now that the time was here he couldn't be happier. He would protect his child with his life, no matter the cost.

"You nervous?" Jay asked Beyoncé as she laid on the table, waiting for Dr. Kelly. She had already gotten all her prenatal tests done so she was done for the most part.