One Time.

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                           Chapter 9
"Fuck!" Morgan yelled and rolled over and off the bed. She had 10 minutes to catch her flight to Jamaica. Kain woke up hearing and feeling Morgan's body roll of the bed and hitting the floor. "You good ma?"

Morgan grabbed onto the nightstand pulled her weak body up. "My legs." She winced and Kain rolled back over, going back to sleep. Once she got up she grabbed her stuff she had by the door and was about to leave but Kain stopped her. "What I fucking say? I told you, I wanted you here."

"And I told you. I can't be your fucking wife and stay in the house like she do and not go make paper." She said grabbing her bags practically running out of the run so she won't miss her flight and so she don't have to hear shit else Kain had to say.

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When she arrived to the airport she went to the exit and gave them her ID and went out to her private jet. As she walked towards the plane she noticed a man talking into his spiral cord and nodding. She clenched tighter on her purse as she sped walked towards her plane.

She got in front of the man and he stepped closer to her. "I'm sorry, Ms. White bu-" Morgan quickly pulled her gun out her purse and put a bullet in between his eyes. She stepped over the dead body and walked up the jets steps then told the server that she was ready to go and she nodded and went to send the message to alert the pilot.

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"Mawgan" Kain spoke through the phone.

"Kain." She answered back running a hand down her smooth white pencil dress.

"Bring yo ass back here right now before I catch the next flight out to Jamaica and I do ain't-"

"Kain, if you think that's a great idea. Go ahead. Act like you don't need to be in New York building your empire back off of the fucking pebble of the ground. While your doing that, I will be here in Jamaica. Making money and receiving Jamcian dick. Byeee." She hung up and walked into the meeting room with Don.

"Finally, thought you weren't going to show up." He shirked happily.

"Don't I always?" I pulled my chair out at the end of the long table and sat down. "Alright," I sighed putting my purse on the table.

"This is what you have?" I ask disappointed in what I was looking at in the folder.

He nodded happily. "You dumb piece of shit. You plan on giving them 50% of the fucking company for only 2 million dollars?!? Are you fucking dumb?!" Morgan barked at him and he chuckled shaking his head. "That's a great idea Morgan. I don't know what you talking about 2 million dollars will get us out of here."

"Bitch my nail costed me 2 million dollars..." She shook her head and sat back in her seat. "Such a small mind." She crossed her legs and began to shake her foot that so eagerly wanted to go up his ass.

"This is a Jamaican Cartel. Weed is there strongest power crystal, meth, and herion is their weakest. Focus your conversation on the marijuana give them 100 million dollars for their product. Once they offer you a significant amount of their product then you focus on the other shit. Do you know what's a significant amount of their product, Don? It's 78% percent or higher not lower. I swear to god if you come back to me telling me that you settled for 78% percent or lower I swear to god I'm going to take the food out of your kids mouth and I'm taking that nice ass mansion you living so lavish in. Tell them you want their product delivered 4 times out of the month. We will provide transportation to and from New York and Jamaica. Are you following me?"

He looked up from his note pad where he was taking notes and nodded. "Seal the deal with this fucking contact. Once we have this contact signed and done with. We will officially have all of North, West, South and East of Africa under our wing. Other products isn't very much important try to get all of their other products that they don't really care about, ever price. When you are talking use intelligence in your voice and smile it makes people feel comfortable around you. And do not I repeat do not mock their accents or ask to repeat what they are saying if you want to live. They get very offensive about what they say. Watch what the fuck you say I do not want to go in there and having to save your ass. Got it? Good." I closed the file while he continued to write stuff down. "I'll be watching Don. Fuck with my money if you want too."