La Bella Mafia

Investigation

"I could of been locked up,
I could of been gunned down but I found my own way
I ain't gonna stop now cause mama I made it..."
August Alsina- Mama

Jordan

I laid in Marcus king size bed, as he stroked my hair. We had just finished a sex session. I was kinda tired from it. I fought to keep my eyes opened.

After a few moments I slowly drifted into a light slumber.

I woke up to the smell of food. I looked over to see if Marcus was still laying next to me, but he wasn't. I guess he was downstairs making us food. I picked up my phone and checked the time. It was now 1:15 pm.

I stood up, and walked to the bathroom to urinate. After doing that I brushed my teeth and washed my face.

Stepping out of the bathroom, I found one of Marcus T-shirts and walked down to the kitchen. Marcus lived in a 4 bedroom home in Long Island. It wasn't a mansion or anything. For someone with as much money as Marcus had, I expected a mansion. But he told me he didn't want a big house since his daughter Madison lived with her mom, he didn't see the point of having such a big house. Even though this house wasn't a mansion it was huge compared to my small city apartment. There was plenty of room to do anything. The floors were heated. In every room.

I found Marcus in the kitchen making us lunch. It looked to be a salad. With grilled chicken on the side. That must've been what I smelled.

"Ooo bae. This looks good." I told him.

He turned to look at me and smiled. Marcus was a vegetarian so he didn't eat meat. He was slowly trying to transition into a vegan. He tried to get me on board with it. I wasn't with it though. I liked my meat.

"Did you let the girls know about the meeting?" Marcus asked me.

"Yeah. I been did that." I replied.

He nodded his head and then turned around to hand me my salad which had the grilled chicken on the top of it. It was a southwest salad, my favorite.

Marcus could throw down in the kitchen. Even though he didn't cook meat anymore he still knew how to make delicious meals. I loved that about him. Shit- I said the L word again, didn't I? Sis you know what I meant.

Marcus and I sat at the island in his kitchen and chatted a bit as we ate our salad.

"Whew! That was good. Thanks daddy." I hugged him

"Welcome." He grinned.

One night while Marcus and I were having one of our deep conversations he told me that he wanted to be a chef. When he was younger, him and his younger brother, Shawn would have competitions to see who could make the best meal out of whatever they had in the house. Which wasn't much.

Marcus was adopted by his aunt who didn't give two fucks about him or his younger brother. So they had to fiend for themselves most of the time. Which is why eventually Marcus turned to slinging drugs. It seemed to be the only thing that he could do at the moment. Even he said he didn't know he would become this fortunate. With gaining the money and power he did lose something, or should I say someone he loved dearly. His younger brother, Shawn.

Marcus was beefing with some niggas from Queens at that period of time. They couldn't get to Marcus so they got to the person who was closest to him, Shawn. Guilty by association. Shawn was murdered while coming home one night. He was driving home in his new Mercedes Benz that Marcus had just purchased him for his 18th birthday. They pulled up beside him and fired multiple rounds into the new car, killing Shawn instantly. Four days after his eighteenth birthday, he was dead.