She goes by JD and has been living in New York since she was born. Growing up wasn't so easy for her but it didn't do anything but make her to the woman she was today. Her mouth was like no other and sometimes, it put her in bad situations.
Well, s...
IZZY & LAYLA IN THE MEDIA ____________________________________ Damn time is flying by and shit has gotten crazier. _________________________________
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___________ J A D E 📍Mian Headquarters ___________________________________
For the past 4 months, I can actually say that my life has gotten easier. Especially being with Khalil—and when I say with, I mean being by his side. I am not his girl.
Things have gotten hectic with Khalil's operation and it's been taking a hard toll on him. Everything is running up on him from the choice he made when he shot and killed Rick in cold blood.
We had left Dubai and were now in Buckhead, Atlanta. His headquarters was fucked with and here we are and have been for the last 3 months.
"Ma'am, we've made it." Carrington, Khalil's driver said to me. He smiled up at me in the rearview mirror and I returned the gesture before getting out.
Khalil called me and told me he needed help with something. Back in Dubai and California, I had no body's on my hand. Now that we've touched Buckehead, I now have 23 bodies to my name.
I've been Khalil's HITMAN and RIGHT-HAND man. My first body, I didn't flinch one bit or feel sorry. I think that reeled me in more to Khalil.
I walked inside Khalil's headquarters seeing his workers walk around occupied.
I was greeted my Macy and her bright smile. She was a young white girl. Country as all get out but I loved it because she reminded me of Jackie back in Manhattan.
I got on the elevator and pressed 18. The doors were getting ready to close until a guy tried to get on. I stopped it with a quickness due to a reflex. He thanked me and stepped on.
The doors then closed and I saw that he was getting ready to push a number but stopped.
I cocked a brow, "You here to see Khalil?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
I chuckled a little, "Because the last floor is his office."
"Makes sense."
The sound of the elevator ringing—the doors opened and he signaled for me to go first. Walking out, I saw Khalil sitting as his desk.
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