GhettoChild

Jai'yanna Martin

At 44 minutes to four
An angel walked up to my door
Opened the windows to my soul
Told me he thinks that I should know
There's no slowing down
As the globe spins 'round and 'round

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Chapter 12: Jai'yanna Martin🥷🏽
September 2nd
Monday

You gotta keep going, gotta keep going
Gotta keep going, you gotta keep going

Jai'yanna's Pov:

I've been wearing my headphones throughout the flight. I've been reading over some additional files sent over from the 'Nordvac Family.' Apparently, they're the family my mafia will be associating with, which will grant us immunity from the government.

Nordvac is predominantly a Russian family, but they reached out to us a couple of years ago when Tommy was in charge. He declined their invitation, being the jerk he is, but I'm determined to change that.

Mr. Wallace had just woken up from his nap. He walked in, adjusting his tie and making his famous all-black coffee. "I hope you got some rest before the flight," he said.

"Who needs rest in a family like this?" I chuckled. I placed the file on the coffee table in front of me.

"How are you feeling?" Mr. Wallace took the seat in front of me. "I know there's been a lot going on in your personal life, but how about your mental well-being?"

"Hmm," I sighed. "I haven't had much time to dwell on anything negative. I'm always living in the moment and then rushing back to the fast lane."

"The plane will be landing in 20 minutes!" the pilot announced over the intercom. "So, prepare for turbulence."

I fastened my seatbelt.

"I used to have a fear of flying. I hated how much they could sway with such force." I gazed out the windows at the clouds. "My therapist suggested that I imagine myself as a bird. I couldn't help but think I'd be a raven or a crow."

"Why a raven?" Mr. Wallace sipped his coffee.

"When you think of a black bird, you think of death itself. Many indigenous people believe that ravens are prophets or gatekeepers of the afterlife." I couldn't help but smile. "I suppose they are foreseeing because I'll soon be the gatekeeper to the other side."

"Not to interrupt our conversation, but have you spoken to your security guard? I thought we all agreed to be on this plane at one time." Mr. Wallace crossed his legs, looking quite sassy.

"He informed me that he would be meeting us there. I prefer flying in my own luxury, so that was no argument." I picked up the files and looked over this special family.

—20 Minutes Later—

We had landed, and Aria was a bit jet-lagged. You could say that pregnancy and private planes don't mix well. "How's the baby?" I asked, helping her down the plane.

"He's always up and moving. I never knew something inside me could be so active," she giggled. Mr. Wallace was already outside the plane, assisting the pilot with our belongings.