Undercover

Chapter Two

Jordyn Edwards

Tapping my foot on the floor, I impatiently waited for my 2 brothers to show up. I sat in the back of my brand new restaurant that will be opening soon. All the money I make moving weight goes into something bigger and better, I can't wait for the grand opening.

My bodyguard, Tank walked towards me with my stupid ass siblings close behind him.

"Jordyn, what's good baby." My brother Cliff said.

"Can y'all have a seat, I got shit to do." I said.

They both laughed and sat in front of me.

"What's wrong now Jordyn?" Michael my oldest brother asked.

"Word around town is the fucking police is coming after me." I said.

"Why would the police come after you?" Cliff asked.

"That's the same question I've been asking everybody but nobody seems to have the answer. I've been doing this shit for way too long and never had to worry about no pigs chasing me down. Why is this shit happening now? Cliff I hired you to make sure no rats were working for me, Michael I brought you in to keep my money looking clean. What the fuck is going on?"

"We yo blood brothers, you really think we'd let some hoe ass cops get to you?" Cliff turned up his nose.

"Jordyn, you should know better than to think some stupid shit like that." Michael said.

Obviously Michael is the more calm one and Cliff stays with a funky ass attitude most days.

"If it ain't one thing it's another. Not only do I gotta worry about the NYPD, I got threats coming in left and right so now I gotta get more security."

"A random woman walking around New York streets with bodyguards can make the police a little suspicious." Cliff said.

"Well what am I supposed to do when my life is on the line?"

"You know how to use a gun." Michael said.

"I just need somebody to watch my back at all times, somebody I can trust."

"Right now you can't trust nobody. Especially somebody you don't know." Michael added.

"I don't have a choice right now." My phone buzzed, a text came through about a meeting I had. "Well I gotta go. Cliff, you need to find out if these niggas you got working for us ain't no damn snakes."

"Don't worry baby sis, it'll be taken care of."

I got up and hugged them both and headed out. Tank opened the back door and I climbed in, then he got in the passenger seat.

"Take me to the house, I got a few things to work on." I instructed before the driver pulled off.

My life has been nothing but hustling. I was born in Jamaica. My mom died from a drug overdose when I was 2 and I had my older brothers. We didn't know any of our fathers, they were probably some dealers she fucked for a rock. When my mom passed they tossed us on our grandmother. For a second it felt like we had a chance. But a few years later she passed too. We sat in the house with her dead body for 3 days. The neighbor noticed my grandma hadn't been outside, so they knocked on the door. We hid on the closet once they got inside, they found her and somehow found us.

They shipped us off to the worst orphanage ever. My brothers fought every other day because some old pervert was trying to touch me. One day somebody succeeded. I was only 7.

My brother Michael was only 14 and that situation caused him to get his first body.

After that we ran away from the orphanage. We walked the streets for days, hungry, dirty. Every day I cried, Cliff kept telling me one day this will all be over.

Life after that became a blur, years went by and we were still homeless, you could see our bones it was so bad, until we ended up in the states. I still to this day can't remember how we got to New York but we made it.

My brother Michael met this guy named Tee. He saw us living on the streets and he offered Michael a job. My brother didn't care what the job was he just wanted to make some money. Tee was like a guardian angel, meeting him made our lives a million times better, until I hit puberty, then Tee became the devil himself and that caused me to catch my first body.

I was only 14 and already a murderer but he deserved it.

With Tee being dead somebody had to run his businesses. Tee was a big time drug dealer, obviously. But he wasn't selling to motherfuckas in the hood, he was selling to people you never would've even thought would look his way. They were paying top dollar for these drugs.

Michael had learned a lot from Tee during the time he worked for him, including who his connect was so my brother took over, recruiting me and Cliff to help out.

I fell in love with how fast the money was pouring in. I started realizing that this was the life I deserved to live after all the years of struggling.

I went from having no clothes, to wearing designers that I couldn't pronounce back then.

Life was great.

Until Michael and Cliff got arrested.

I didn't know what to do, I was only 17, Michael knew this shit better than anybody. I locked myself up in the apartment we had, scared that I'd be arrested next.

Then shut off notices and eviction notices started being pushed under the door. One day I took a walk and saw people sleeping on the streets and I began to have flashbacks of us starving and something just clicked in me.

The hustling became nonstop! Money poured in and I started to invest it. 100s turned to thousands, thousands to ten thousands, ten thousands to hundred thousands. The day I saw my first million I cried.

My name holds weight all over. And the best thing about me was I was very low key with all the shit I did. The cops never looked my way, until now.

But I'm sure I can shake them easily.

Outside of making money I don't have a life. It's not really easy to have one when you do what I do. It's hard to trust somebody.

Men and women.

I have serious trust issues, constantly looking over my shoulder. I dream that one day I'll fall in love, have kids, leave peacefully without worrying about the law being after me. But then I snap back to reality and realize I'll never get that so why even put in the effort.

My brother Michael is married. He met his wife a year after he got out of jail and they fell in love instantly. The fucked up part is she doesn't know about his past and she thinks he's accountant. Well he kind of is, since he manages my money. Cliff has kids but he doesn't want to be tied down to just one woman.

At least they have some kind of family, I have nobody.

After finishing up my work, I ran me a hot bubble bath and opened a bottle of champagne.

I hate thinking about my life at times, especially when I was younger.

All this money, I should be happy right? I used to think this life was destined for me.

Boy was I wrong.