My King

Chapter 9

Warning: Mature Language (cursing)

My eyes widened at the name. Wakandans? Wakandans had entered the same system I was in? All types of scenarios were rushing through my head, how was that even possible. Did they know about Erik and me. Did they want to get in touch. Are they a threat?

Klaue sat down as he threw his head back looking into space.

"Right then!" He sprang back up. "We'll double the people going in through the club doors. We'll need to form a barrier on the lower section making sure all the exits are blocked. No Wakandans will leave there out alive, do you understand?!"

I shot a look at Killmonger but he didn't return it as his eyes were fixated on Klaue while his jaw was clenched.

"Oh that shouldn't be a problem considering the fact that you guys will be the only group with weapons in the building."

Klaue snarled. "That doesn't matter. Those people are savages." He lowered his collar slightly revealing a big circular scar on his neck. "This is what they can do to people. This is what they do to outsiders. ım not taking that chance tomorrow"

He slammed his hands on the table. "Our only goal is to get the diamonds out of there do you understand?" He looked around the table. "For fucks sake how do these motherfuckers show up everywhere" he scratched the back of his head.

"We stole their vibranium they're coming back to collect it" Erik said with his arms crossed against his chest.

Klaue shook his head as he started to chuckle. "If they wanted the vibranium back they would have gotten it from the museum themselves. No. They're coming for me." He looked straight ahead.

"The club where the transaction will take place is entered through a fish market. The whole thing is underground. Killmonger you'll be staying out of this, if anything happens to me you figure out a way to get me back or finish the deal. Same for you Jasmine." He pointed at me. "Tamala, I need all eyes on the area. I need everything you can get on how many Wakandans are going to show and when. Check the cameras, entrance log ins... whatever is needed." I nodded.

He looked down. Then slowly started to clap his hands. "Brava fuckers. Your move." he whispered. He then threw his hands up. "But until then Im going to party. How about that!" He wheezed. Most of the people got up scattering to different rooms. The place was big enough for everyone to get their own place. I got the room two doors down to the right of the living room. Whereas Killmonger and Jasmine stayed in the room next to me which was closer to the living room. I dropped my bags and laid on the bed. I closed my yes slightly wanting to rest but not wanting to sleep. I heard a soft knock on the door and I opened my eyes. Killmonger was standing in the hallway wearing joggers and a long sleeve white shirt. He was rested against the door frame looking at me. "Sleeping?" he whispered.

"No, no. Please come in" He walked towards me and sat on the bed. "Im guessing Jasmine is out considering the fact she's not here screaming at me right now." Killmonger chuckled softly. "She's napping. I don't want to wake the dragon." I looked up at the ceiling admiring the detailed design which sprawled across the whole room.

"After tomorrow we should be set" He said looking up at the ceiling too.

I propped myself up by the elbows "Does what Klaue said bother your? About the Wakandans" they're just people. I've killed too many just to get up to this point. ım not going to stop now. It doesn't matter who they re. Let's just get the job done." I nodded even though it didn't feel right. I didn't have enough time to worry about other people, considering the fact that they never worried about me.

"Klaue's really going to plan a party. He's already got every drink from the cabinet out on the tables." He said.

"Of course he does" I laughed