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

The Notebook• 26

Jordan POV

"Kelly!" The guard yells out. I look up at him. "Let's go. You have a visitor."

I get up from the round table and walk up to the doors where the guard stood. He hand cuffs me and takes me out. He leads me out to a private room where my attorney sat.

I walk in and sit down before the guard uncuffs me and heads back out. "Wassup man, what you got for me?" I ask him.

"I figured out a way to get you a shorter sentence but I want to know how you feel about it, before I present it to the judge at your sentencing."

"What is it? I ask.

"You and your baby momma-

"She's not my baby momma. She's my girlfriend who so happens to be the mother of children." I correct him.

"My apologies. Your girlfriend, she's expecting right?"

"Yes."

"Most times when a defendant has a family or children under the age of 5, judges try to sympathize. Especially since your charges are only drug related and you plead guilty."

"Okay sooo...."

"I think it would be in your best interest if you and her got married."

Couple Days later.......

I'm back at the glass window and telephone. But this time it was Angela sitting across from me. We both place the phone up to our ears.

"How you doing Angela?" I ask.

"Jordan why am I here?"

"I needed to talk to you."

"We couldn't talk over the phone?"

"I need you to be honest with me about something and I feel like that wouldn't happen if we were over the phone."

"What's your question?" She asks.

"The baby. Who's the father?"

"What? Why?"

"You know why. We did what we did and then a few weeks later, It's word going around you pregnant."

"I just find it funny how you wasn't worried about that before you got in here. Now all of sudden you care if you're the father of my child?"

"I'm not tryna start anything, Angela. I just want to know the truth. If she's mine, I'll do my part. Just be honest with me."

".....No. She's not."

"You sure?" I ask.

"Yes. I'm positive. Anymore questions?"

"Do y'all at least need anything?" I ask.

"What you gone do from in here?"

"I got people that can send you some money."

"No. I don't need your money, me and my daughter are fine."

"...Okay. That's all I wanted."

I watch her as she walks towards me. I sat at the poolside bar sipping on cognac with my .45 sitting on the counter.

"You okay?" Kierra asks.

"I should be asking you that super woman." I joke.

We share a laugh as she walks between my legs and wrap her arms around my shoulders, while I hold her.

"I don't even know how I did half shit I did today." She says.

"You the most realist gangster I know. It's sexy."

"You always think something sexy."

"When it come to you hell yea. I just really appreciate you. You could've left Anastasia there, but you didn't. You protected her like she was your own and after everything. I couldn't ask for more."

"What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours. Anastasia is my own and I wouldn't treat her any differently. I told you I can handle myself."

"I know. I'd just rather be the one with the cut up arms, and bruises, while you and my girls sit back and be pretty."

"I can sit back and be pretty. Like in the jacuzzi in our bedroom."  She says with a smirk.

"You wanna have a bubble bath?" I ask.

"With lots of bubbles."

"Well come on den."

She takes my hand and leads us inside. We head upstairs and turn on the jacuzzi and bubbles before locking the doors and getting in.

She sat in front of me while she laid back and rested on my chest. "This feel good?" I ask as I kissed on her shoulder and neck.

"It feels so good." She expresses.

I continue to kiss on her before she speaks again.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." She says.

"Whats on your mind?"

".....-How you feel about moving?" She asks.

"Where?"

"We would stay here in Georgia, but our family has grown over the past couple of years. I think we should have a home to accommodate everyone."

"So you want to buy another house?"

"No. I want to buy land and build one instead."

I chuckle.

"Oh so instead of buying a 10 million dollar home, you want to build a 30 million dollar one. 35 including the land."

" maybe, but it will be ours. Enough rooms for everyone, including Kamryn. I just want my children to always have a home to come to and it's not like we can't afford it. But if you don't think I'm being reasonable you can say no."

I could tell she was serious and this is something that's been on her mind for a while. Knowing my wife, 40 million dollars is the most accurate description when it comes to this home she wants. Personally I would never spend 40 million dollars on a home, but for my wife I will.

"Where's this located? I know you already found something, you wouldn't have brought it up if you didn't." I say.

"It's in Atlanta, but it's hidden like the warehouse and closer."

"How close?"

"It's 30 minutes away."

"How many acres and how much?"

"40, but there's nothing on it so it'll probably cost half."

"You went to go see it?" I ask.

"I wanted us to go together."

"When you want to go?"

"Soon. That's if you want to do it."

"Let's go tonight."

She looks back at me.

"Really?" She asks.

"Yea. You really want it, we'll go and get it."

Her eyes light up as she smiles. We finish up in the jacuzzi before getting out and getting dressed. We leave as she puts the destination into the GPS. Around an hour later we finally approach dirt trail. We continue to drive through until we're in the middle of the land.

It shocked me on how much I actually liked it. The trees were tall and weren't too bad to look at. It's dark as fuck, so we're definitely going to need a lot of lights.

I stand behind her with my arms wrapped around her waist.

"What you think?" She asks.

"It's perfect."

The End......