MAFIA QUEEN

James Holton

Khloe's POV

I come back down the stairs with my Black Hoodie, Black sweats, and Black Air-forces. The usual outfit I wear when it's time to get my hands dirty.

"Where you going?" My mom asks eating her  snacks sitting at the island.

Not gone lie she startled to me at first. With the sneer on her face she knew it too.

"Pick up some money, handle business." I say

"How much?" She asks.

"Twenty G's"

"James Holton?" she asks

"...Yea that's him." 

"I'm letting you handle it. So handle it right."

I look at her.

"What? You nervous?" She asks.

"No. You know this my time. If it gets there it gets there." I reply

"Take out your gun and point it at me." She says.

"What?" I ask in confusion.

She stands up.

"Take your gun out and point it at me." she repeats. But this time it was more of a demand.

I slowly take it out and does as she says. Because I'm confused and don't understand why she has me doing this, I do tend to get a bit nervous. I feel my hand start to shake a little bit.

"Why you shaking?" She asks.

"I'm not." I say trying to keep my hand steady.

"So when he says he don't got your money, this what you gone do? Stand there and shiver?"

"I'm not shivering."

I feel something poke at the back of my head.

"You are. You looking real weak right now." my father says pointing the gun at the back of my head.

"I'm not weak." I say looking at my mom.

I notice her starting to take a few steps towards me. My father and I both cock our guns back at the same time. Causing her to stop.

I'm so confused right now, my confusion was starting to turn into fear.

"You taking too long. Giving the enemy a lot of time to think. 2 against one, you ain't making it out." My father says from behind.

"Well, I only see one other person holding a gun," I say.
I wait until his next exhale before doing the turning gun trick on him.
I stand there pointing each gun at the other.

"Still took too long. Fucking around with me I would've pulled the trigger when I cocked it back the first time. Gone head and let em down." he says.

I let out a sigh, cause I know I failed.

"Why aren't you being aware of your surroundings? You let him walk up behind you and aim a gun at your head?"

I give my dad his gun back in silence before She grips my face up.

"Get that weak ass look off your face. Never show the look of defeat. Instead this is something you learn from and you use it. Grown and Black men are going to be the ones to try and tear you down first. You give them any sign of fear they gone eat yo ass alive. Tighten up." She says before releasing me.

I do as told.

"Now, go and get your money."

I leave taking my matte Black Mercedes to meet with the crew. I enter one the alley garages we own.

James was sitting in a chair tied up with a bag over his head. I grab a chair and sit it in front of him. I sat down and signal Kj to take the bag off of his head.

He looks up at us and starts laughing.

"Y'all gotta be kidding me right? This Nigga really sent a bunch of fucking kids? What y'all gone do? Jump me?" He laughs

I look at him.

"You must the Princess of it all. You spitting image of your mother, babygirl." he says.

"I've been told, thank you for reminding me. I'm more concerned about the money you owe though. You four days late, wassup with that?" I ask.

"I'm working on it. I told yo punk ass daddy and your bitch ass momma that already." He says

I shoot him in the foot and listen to him scream.

"IS YOU FUCKING CRAZY!"

"Yes. Now where is my money?" I ask getting irritated

He start hyperventilating from the pain.

" I just don't understand. I mean you got on a 5,000 dollar chain, 2,000 dollar earrings, a 5,000 dollar ring, and 10,000 dollar watch. That's 22,000 dollars right there. How after four days I still ain't got my money?"

He continues to Hyperventilate.

"Hellooo!?" I yell

"Look you can take all of it okay. Just let me go man." He pleads.

"Now you're pleading. We were just a bunch of punk ass kids a few seconds ago. What happened?" I ask.

"Let me tell you something you little bitch-"

"Okay-"
I let off 3 shots, shooting him in the chest twice and in the head.

I watch as his body collapses in the chair while blood leaks from the bullet holes.

"Take the jewelry off of him and bag it up. Bring it out before cleaning this up." I give order.

"What you want us to do with his body?" Rico asks.

"Fire chamber. Let that bitch ass nigga burn."

When I receive the jewelry, Ivory takes me back to the warehouse where I put the payment in the safe.

C-Note, Duce, Rico, and Kj take care of his body.

I check on the workers and got my pay. Ole girl wasn't anywhere to be found. I saw where this was going. She had until tomorrow night to have my money. 5,500 was her debt since she ain't wanna show up.

I go home and take shower getting blood off of me. After, I laid down and rested.

How y'all feeling about Khloe and her
relationship with her and her parents?

Did James even really have a chance?