Zophisa P.O.V

Luka and I sat across from each other at the dining room table. He drank a glass of scotch while I smoked a cigarette.

"Do you not have anything to say?" I asked him.

"I do not know what to say," he said lowly.

I took a deep breath before speaking, "I've been doing this a long time. I would have never thought I would have to kill my own flesh and blood. My father wants to send me to prison so there's no telling what your brother wants to do to you. There's only one way to solve this problem." I stood up and walked over to where he was sitting.

"Handle it your way, or I'll handle it my way," I said before dropping my cigarette into his drink and walking out of the kitchen.

I walked up the long elegant staircase, down the hall, and into our bedroom. I walked into the bathroom that was in our bedroom and turned on the water in the jacuzzi tub. I went back into the room and looked under the bed getting a duffle bag I brought from home. I opened it and pulled out a small baggie of weed and a pack of backwoods.

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I laughed as Max and Kyle hauled insults at each other on the tv. I love watching Living Single when I'm high, the jokes are ten times funnier. I looked over at the clock that was on the night stand and saw it was two in the morning.

"Fuck," I grumbled when I realized how late it was. I got off the bed and walked to the intercom that was in our bedroom by the door.

"Where are you?" I asked, holding the button down.

"Office," He answered.

"Get up here," I demanded.

"You told me to handle it, I am handling it," He replied.

"I changed my mind. Come on," I said.

I waited about ten minutes before I realized he wasn't coming. I sighed and got out of bed and slipped my feet into some random slides that were near the bed.

I stormed down the stairs and past the living room into his office.

"You're joking right?" I asked as I barged into the office.

"I was on my way-," he stopped mid sentence when he looked at me, "what are you wearing?"

"Your shirt?" It came out as more of a question than an answer. "I can take it off if you want me to. I just didn't feel like putting anything on."

"No," he said quickly, "keep it on I like it."

I looked at him with an eyebrow raised before looking down at myself. His shirt wasn't that big on me since I'm 5'9 and he's about 6'2. I just shrugged before we walked out of the office.

"What are you watching?" He asked as we entered our bedroom.

"Living Single," I answered.

"What is that?" He asked.

I gasped, "I keep forgetting you're foreign." I joked.

"How, I have an accent? And technically, here, you are the foreigner," he said, emphasizing the you. I just chuckled.

"Okay, you get in the shower, I'm going to smoke another blunt, and we'll lay up and watch Living Single," I said, pushing him towards the bathroom.

About forty five minutes later we were watching the first episode of Living Single and Luka was laughing at the fact that I knew almost all the words.

"Don't touch me unless you want to get burned," I said, mimicking Max.

Luka and I were laying in bed watching the show. We got about three episodes in before I started to get sleepy and dozed off while laying on Luka's chest.

"Mommy look," a little girl giggled as she ran up to me holding a flower she pulled from the garden I was sitting in.

"It's beautiful now stop pulling flowers from the garden you little sneak," I said as I poked her small belly.

"There are my girls," Luka said as he walked up holding a baby girl.

He leaned down and kissed the top of my head before sitting next to me.

The oldest girl started to talk but her voice was no longer small and sweet, instead it sounded like a man's, a familiar man.

"Baby what's wrong with your voice?" I asked. I went to reach for her but I couldn't seem to get a grip. I tried multiple times before she got up and ran into the garden, disappearing. I quickly turned to look at Luka who was no longer holding the baby girl but was now holding a gun.

I quickly stood up and looked around the garden that was now on fire. I looked at Luka again and he stood up.

That's when I heard the voice again but it was now coming from behind me. I quickly turned around.

"As long as I'm alive, you'll never be happy. You took everything from me and I'll take everything from you," my father said before raising the gun to Luka and pulling the trigger.

"As long as I'm alive ," he said.

I gasped and quickly sat up and looked around.

"What?" Luka asked, jumping up out of his sleep, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just had a bad dream," I said while readjusting my scarf on my head.

"About what?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Don't worry about it, go back to sleep," I tried to reassure him.

"No tell me," he insisted.

I sighed, "My father was telling me as long as he's alive I'll never be happy."

"So you know what you have to do," Luka said, "you knew that already."

"He doesn't deserve to die," I snapped, "That bastard deserves to suffer. When he dies no one will miss him, no one will mourn him, everybody will celebrate. He gets to be relieved off everything he's done AND no one will be sad. I don't think so."

"What about your mother? Will she not miss him?" Luka asked.

"Do you remember when we were on the plane and I told you my father made me this way? That was true, but not the entire truth. My mother made me a monster. She gave a mission and she made sure I was emotionally numb enough to carry it out. That mission: kill my father," I said.

"But I couldn't do it," I continued, as I stared off into space, "Instead I humiliated him and took everything he "worked hard" for. You remember when I said I was seriously fighting at sixteen? That was me being humble. I was a beast. I could beat anybody in the ring. Weapons, gloves, bare knuckles, you name it I was undefeated. But upstairs my dad had the streets in his pocket. But he was a bad man. He didn't care about those guys. He didn't care if he got locked up or shot or killed. He didn't care about anybody but himself, not even his family." I stopped and stared off for a little while.

"What did you do?" Luka asked. I just smirked.

"You know how wolves fight each other for dominance? They usually do that to the death. That's how underground fights work. Papa trained me for seven months, really intense training. My mom knew what I was doing, she set it up. We got to the ring, I was supposed to snap his neck and get it over with. I couldn't do it. I broke his legs, and made him give me everything. I put him back out on the street selling dime bags to make him feel better. That's why I talk to him like he works for me, because he does. That's why he wants me to go to prison. Because if I'm out of the way, he can get everything back," I explained.

"But you're his daughter," Luka stressed.

"I stopped being his daughter a long time ago," I said with a chuckle.

"It's okay amore," he said, reaching over and caressing my face.

"Let's go back to bed," I said with a smile. We laid down and I watched him doze off. I sat up and looked at him.

"You're going to make a nice lady very happy one day," I whispered as I pushed his hair from his face.

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Heeeeyyy guys! There's so much going on in the world writing just seems so far from everything for me right now. But I forgot how happy it makes me so I'll definitely be updating more. Also I feel like I need to say this as a woman of color and if you disagree Like I genuinely cannot stress this enough. I want equality and if you don't, the door. Anyway love you guys thanks for the support 💖

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