Pʀɪɴᴄᴇss {Prince Rogers Nelson}

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 31: ᴅʀᴜɢs ᴘᴛ. 2

1:10 ᴘ.ᴍ.

Haha, I did it! I can't believe I actually did it! I successfully sold drugs for the first time & without any help. It went easily & peacefully. Nothing chaotic happened, no surprises, no unexpected visitors & most importantly no arrests! It was that easy! Maybe a little too easy. What if that was a set up? Or a test to prove my loyalty? Was this a test to be apart of the NPG? I looked down at the pink bag. I checked this bag ten times before getting on the bus. All the money is there. I didn't see a tracker either, so it's legit. The Italian man didn't know me either. It's real. He didn't seem like he knew me. Unless Prince told him who am I & is a great actor. Or he's just a sharp businessman looking for some fine products. There were no cameras in sight. Nobody in the ballroom recognized me. The Italian man seemed intrigued with the products. You can't fake intrigueness. The money isn't fake. This wasn't a test, it was real.

I looked down at my phone, not one phone call from anyone. I'm constantly looking around myself. Clark might me be watching me from anywhere. He might even have somebody watching me now. Shit, I need to get to the Glam Slam quick. I can't be out in public for much longer. The bus finally made it to the bus stop. I got off the bus & walked down the sidewalk. I'm almost close to the Glam Slam. Is Prince going to be there? Or Uncle Tony? Maybe everyone? God, I hope I did everything right. I hope I sold it to the right person. What if that man was a undercover cop? He seen my face. He doesn't know my real name. (Well, Princess is my real name on my birth certificate. At least, I think it's my real certificate.) Oh God, I think I made a mistake! I wish I could go back in time & rethink my decision.

But I couldn't go to the police. That's considered snitching! I don't want to betray Prince. I'm just know getting to know him. He's my father. I can't do that to him. A few more feet & I reached the front entrance of the Glam Slam. I opened the door & walked inside. The club is empty, nobody is here.

"Hello?" I gripped the bag on me tightly. I walked towards the bar to see a silver tray with a plate & a champagne glass. There was a note beside the tray. I picked up the note.

To my humble, beautifully daughter who did a good deed today. Congratulations on your first run! You are now officially apart of the NPG.

Love, Dad

I sighed in relief, "Finally."

I'm in the clear. I put the bag down & sat on the bar stool. A slice of red velvet cake & a glass of sparkling apple cider sat beautifully on the tray. I picked up the fork & begin to eat the cake. I know I said I won't be eating sugar for a while. But after what i've done today, I need it. I sighed again as the sugar filled my mouth with joyfulness. I feel so much better now.

Bam! I dropped my fork, "Who's there?"

The room went silent. I quickly looked behind the bar, there was a baseball bat lying on the shelf. I grabbed it & held it in my hands. I slowly walked towards the back where the sound came from I bypassed the stage to the exit door. The exit door was wide opened. Shit, someone got in! I quickly closed the door & locked it. Whoever it is that broke in, is still here. I checked the stage, nothing. The V.I.P section is empty. The other entrance is locked too. Nobody is here. I refuse to think the wind burst the door opened. But it is possible to do so. I walked back to the bar & sat the bat down. I took a sip of the bubbly apple cider. I'm being a little paranoid. I feel like I'm being watched. The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up. I'm not alone.