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

The Notebook•19

Kierra POV

I walk into Jordan's garage, where Fatima and Jamie followed me in. Jordan sat at the table, while Rico sat on the couch playing his game on the tv. Marijuana filled the Air along with Tupac. 

As Fatima and Jamie migrate to the cups and the liquor, I walk to Jordan handing him the bag.

"20 G's." I say.

"Okay. You getting shit done. That's what I like to see."

I smirk.

"Thank you. I wanted to talk to you about something."

"What?"

"We've been selling weed for the past 5 months. We wanna sell more."

"I thought you said you ain't know nobody?"

"But you said, you did. Introduce us to your clientele and show us the moves, we'll catch on."

"Well first in order to sell the shit, you gotta know how to handle it."

"Well we here. Come on." I say.

"Okay, just wait, hold on. I wanna introduce you to a couple people."

I turn to the door and two boys around Jordan age walks in. Jordan throws his arm around my neck as Rico daps them up before leading them over. Jordan daps them up as well before introducing us.

"Ki, this is Damien we call him Duce and This is Christian, we call him C-note."

He comes back beside me and put his arm around me again.

"This is who y'all working for."

"Hi. I'm Kierra." I say.

"Wassup."

"These her two friends Danni and Fatima."

They wave at each other.

"They gone be helping us, you cool with that?"

"Yea. That's cool with me." I say.

"Ight then. Y'all make y'all selves comfortable. I'll be back in a few minutes."

He takes my hand and leads us to the other side of the garage. He looks down at me.

"What? I already know it's something. What?" I ask.

"I ain't gone lie. I'm not going to give you hard drugs to sell."

"Why? You were ready to let me sell it 5 months ago. What's different now?"

"This ain't weed. You can't just break it off with yo hands or it'll get into your system. You also gotta remember summer about to start. Police real hot right now."

"Jordan I'm 18 not 10, I know how to handle myself."

"You're 17 and I know you can handle yourself outside of prison, but can you handle yourself in prison?"

I roll my eyes.

"Just chill out, we gone get there. You not even the one who supposed to selling shit anyway."

"Why not?"

"Because you got bigger things to take care of. -Ask Shamika if she can watch Princess tonight. I'll come pick you up at 9."

"Why?"

"Why you ask so many questions?"

"Simple, because I wanna know the answer."

"Yea, Ight. That smart ass mouth gone get you in trouble."

"It already do."  I say.

He grabs another bag and hands it to me.

"25 by the end of the week and be ready at 9." He says.

"Is there a particular way you would like me to dress?" I ask.

"Nah. The way you dress normally is perfectly fine."

"Well I'll seen you at 9. Don't be late." I say walking away.

Fatima and Danni follows me out the Warehouse to the car. We get inside and Fatima starts the car up before pulling off.

I stare out the window pissed.

"...Look don't let this bother you, okay. Luckily we already came up with a plan on how we gone handle this." Fatima says.

"Fatima I don't care about the plan-"

"I know-"

"I really don't."

"I know. -Just try to give Jordan the benefit of the doubt. Someone tried to kill Khloe and X knows how to help."

"Help how? What can he do for us, that we already haven't done for ourselves? It's all bullshit and you know it!"

"I'm just trying to point out the bigger side to all
of this."

"Fatima just takes us where we need to go."

The car is filled with silence the rest of the ride to the garage. When we get there we park in the back before getting out. We walk to the door and knock on it twice.

The door opens and we walk inside and X is standing up. Before he could even look at me I take my gun out and I shoot him twice in the chest making him fall back. I walk up and shoot right between the eyes.

"Meeting over."

I turn back around and shove the gun into Jordan's chest, before walking out.

"Now take me home." I say getting back into the car.