The NoteBook (A Queen Mafia Love Story) Pt.3

The Notebook•8

Jordan POV

We first make a stop at one of the trap houses. I walk in and head to the back per usual. Darrell, the one I got watching over the house, hands me a big yellow packed envelope. I look inside and it's filled with money.

"This all from this week?" I ask

"Yep. Everybody cut already excluded."

"Ight. Bet. More product will be delivered around 3."

He nods.

"Let me ask you sum though."

"Wassup boss?"

"You know a nigga that's about my height, my age, light skin, buff with beard and a tattoo like this?" I ask showing the tattoo.

He looks at the picture.

"No, I don't actually. My bad."

"It's cool. Thank you though."

"Fasho. Tell the queen I said hello."

I walk out and get back to the car. I get in.

"Anything?" She asks as I hand her the envelope.

"No. Not yet."

"Take us to the next." I say to the driver.

He drives us to the next trap. I get out and go inside. I walk to the back, meeting Ray in the room. He also hands me a big yellow stuffed envelope. I look inside to more money.

"Everyone got they cut already?" I ask

"Yea."

"Cool. More product will be delivered around 4."

"Bet."

"Lemme ask you sum though."

"Ight, wassup?"

"You know a man my height, my age, light skin, buff with a beard, and tattoo that look like this?" I ask also showing him the tattoo.

"I don't know who you talking about, but I know the tattoo. My baby moms, brother got a friend with a tattoo like that."

"Was he in the military?"

"Nah. He got that shit from the pin."

"Damnit."

"You said light skin, buff, and beard. I'll definitely be on the look out."

"Thank you. Ask the friend if he know anything about him as well and let me know."

"I got you."

"Bet. I'll see you next week."

I leave and get into the car. She looks at me as I hand her the envelope.

"He said he knows a guy with the same tattoo, but he got it when he was locked up. Said he was never in the military."

"Did you tell him to at least ask?"

"Yea. He said he'll let me know when he know something."

"Okay."

We drive to the next and I head in. I head to the back room with Dee. Stuff envelope filled with cash.

"They got they cut?"

"Yea."

"Product Delivery at 5."

"Ight."

"You know a nigga my age, my height, beard, buff and with this tattoo?" I ask showing him.

He looks at me.