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

The Notebook•21

Kierra POV

"Happy Birthday, Dear Khloe, Happy Birthday to you!"

After singing we all clap, making Khloe do the same. Jordan and I stand behind her as she blows out the candles. We cheer her on even more.

A small cake with a number one, sat in front of her. It was her cake, so we let her touch and taste the icing. That was before she started taking literal bites out of the cake.

She looked so cute in her denim jumpsuit. Her daddy dressed her up today and I can admit he did a great job.

I take pictures of her and pictures are taking of us before I take her to get cleaned up. After cleaning her up, I change her into something more comfortable so she can play.

I take her back out and let her do what she wants. She ends up going to play with the rest of the kids so I walk over to Fatima, Shamika, and Jamie.  Before I could even sit down, Jordan grabs me by my arm.

"Can I talk you for a minute?" He mumbles to me.

"Right now?"

"5 minutes."

It's been almost a month since the last incident with X, 2 weeks since Jordan first asked me to move in with him, and I think this about to be his third time wanting to talk about it.

Don't get me wrong I love Jordan, never stopped. Breaking up with him was probably the biggest mistake I could've made, but it happened and I went to someone else.

Someone who didn't care for me as much as I thought they did and now I'm in a position where I'm not in a comfortable place of being vulnerable to someone who does want me.

And it is my fault because X and I weren't even together. We broke up months ago, when I found out he was cheating for the third time. I never said anything to anyone, only because him and I were still fucking. I thought Jordan ain't want nothing to do with me, so I kept messing around pwith him.

The party is here at Jordan's house, so he makes the me lead us to his room. I sit on his bed as he closes the door.

"So, wassup?" I ask.

He walks around his bed and opens his dresser.

"I wanted to give you something."

He pulls out a gun and sit it on the bed. I look at it and look back at him.

"I already have one." I say.

"Yea, you have one that is registered. The serial number is carved out of this one. Make it harder to connect it to you. You gone need that, especially for tonight."

"What we doing tonight?"

"What we were supposed to do a few weeks ago."

I grab the gun and look at it.

"But I also brought you in here, to see if you've made yo decision yet." He says.

I get quiet.

"I just need a yes or no."

"But it's more to it than that." I say.

"How? Either you wanna move in and be a family or not."