Queen Pin

We Meet Again... Part 1

Rolling out of bed was the inevitable. I really didn't want to get up but today was the day that I started making moves. After Princess's murder I had to go into hiding. Nine times out of ten, whoever got her was looking for me. Damn I miss my daughter. Shaking the thoughts that wanted so badly to invade my mind, I made my way to my ajoined bathroom. Might as well get the day started.

I hopped in the shower, allowing the water to hit me as I relaxed. I began washing all my body parts. Then I washed my thirty inch Brazilian straight hair. Once I rinsed it, I got out.

Making my way to my closet, I thought about what I wanted to wear. I'd be moving a lot today so, I needed to be comfortable. I decided on a pink Polo v-neck, all white levi's, and my infared Jordans. I went back into the bathroom to handle the rest of my hygiene. Then, I blow dried my hair and flat ironed it with a part down the middle. I went into my room to get dressed then I heard my phone ringing.

"Speak", I said into the phone.

"Hey BOO", my cousin Jazz yelled through the phone.

"Hey honey. Why you so loud tho? Its too early for all of this?"

"Cause I wanted to make sure you were okay. I know what yesterday was and I know how hard that is for you. Plus we need to get a move on it like now. We have a lot of meetings we need to attend and everything so I needed you to be out the house like an hour ago."

Jazz was my right hand in the business that I ran. The Santiago Sister Cartel. I had my shit set up like the president. Jazz was my secretary of state and treasury. She handled all the money, who gets paid, and all of the foreign affairs that includes pick ups, drop offs, and everything in between that. My other cousin, Redd, is, my secretary of defense and my attorney. She helps with wars we might get into and my legal issues. And of course, Jazz and Redd were sisters.

In this game, money talks and bullshit walks. You can NEVER jump off the porch without a strong, solid team behind you. When it comes down to it, you shouldn't have to second guess nobody on yo team. Period. Point. Blank.

"Shit Jazz! Why you just now saying something? I forgot about our meetings today but, I don't have time to change so fuck it. Is the car here yet?"

"Yes, it's downstairs waiting on you and so am I so hurry up." Then I heard the line click.

"Bitch", I mumbled. I grabbed my pink 14 carat diamond earrings, matching necklace, and princess cut ring and slipped them on. Then I grabbed my oversized pink Michael Kors bag. Pink is my favorite color.  I grabbed my phone and everything else I'll need and made my way downstairs and out the door to the car.

I slid in the backseat of Jazz's Phantom Rolls Royce as the driver closed my door. Soon I felt the car start to move and Jazz handed me my usual, caramel coffee.

"Alright, lets get down to business. " Jazz opened her binder and began flipping through papers.  We don't use technology for or to do our paperwork and meetings. That's how you get caught up and shit get traced back to you. With paper you can just burn it. No trace.

"The first meeting is with your father this morning about the business."

"Why are we meeting with him first?"

"Because I know how you two are so I figured we should get it over with."

"Okay, I understand."

"Then after that, it's just a meeting with your contractor about the building of your house that should be finished later on this week."

"If its almost finished, why am I meeting with them?"

"To finish the paperwork with your signatures, do a walk through of the house to make sure the layout is right, and to pay them." I don't pay people shit until the job is done and it fits my standards. "And, we also need to schedule movers and everything."

"No need for that. Everything that's in the house I'm in now will be given away. I'm buying all new shit for my house so I need you to clear a day for me this week so I can go shopping."

"Yes ma'am. Okay we're here", she replied smartly while closing her cardigan. That was here signature move. She always wore a cardigan and her clothes were always on point. I looked out the window at the house and the gates. Meeting with this man never went good. Time to rock. The driver pulled the back window up to the voice box. My father's assistant's voice came through the box as I let the window down.

"Santiago residence, how may I help you?"

"Once a Santiago, always a Santiago." I heard the buzz then the gate opened up. The driver pulled to car in front of the front door and that's where my father stood waiting for me.  I stepped out of the car and my father came down the steps to assist me. He took my hand, kissed it, and smiled at me. "Hello Queen."

"Hello father", I replied through obviously tight lips.

"Why do you sound so hostile?"

"Can we go in the house instead of having this conversation outside?"

"Answering a question with a question I see. You're just like your mother in so many ways."

"Daddy please don't." He threw his hands up in surrender and we walked up the large steps and into the house. "Why didn't Jazz get out of the car?"

"She should be coming up in a little bit.  She's scheduling something for me right now." He nodded his head.

"You girls work so good together."

"Thank you", I replied with a small smile.  He led me down the long hallway and into his office.

"Okay so why did you call this meeting", I asked taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of him.

"I wanted to talk about the books and the money."

"Well we'll have to wait on Jazz to discuss that. She handles the money, not me."

"Let me ask you something Princess." I cringed when he called me that.

"Please do-, don't call me that."

"You have to let that go. Get over it."

Now I've never been the type to disrespect my elders let alone my father. But that shit struck a nerve. "What the fuck did you just say to me", I asked through gritted teeth.

"Watch your mouth!"

"NO. You watch your fucking mouth Pedro", I said calmly calling him by his first name. "Don't you ever in your fucking LIFE tell me to get over my daughter's death. She was EVERYTHING to me. Have you lost your fucking mind? That was MY child that was taken from ME. NOT YOU", I said as tears began rolling down my face. I'm not the one to cry but my daughter was a strong reason to. Plus, he knew what yesterday was so why even go there with me?  Jazz came through the door smiling but it soon dropped when she saw my face.

"What's wrong sis?"

"You work with this asshole, I'm can't ", I said standing up and grabbing my purse and walking to the door.

"Princess wait."

I turned around slowly and looked him dead in his eyes. "Fuck you, you disrespectful ass bitch." I went to the car and dried my face. Fuck him.

About twenty minutes later, Jazz came downstairs. "Where are we going to next Jazz?"

She cleared her throat and mumbled something I can't hear. "Speak up girl, I can't hear you."

"To a meeting with Carlos." I just sunk in my seat. Today keeps getting better and better. First my father and now my damn husband. Today couldn't get any worse.

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