Zophisa P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing on the nightstand. I threw my arm to the side, eyes still closed, and blindly reached for my phone.

"Hello," I answered, my voice faint.

"What's wrong with your voice?" Adrian asked. My eyes instantly popped open.

"Nothing. Wassup?" I croaked.

"What you want us to do with him? He basically dead," He said.

"Keep him alive for another week. Whatever you have to do. I'll be there soon," I ordered.

"Already. I'm gone fuck with you later though," he said.

"Alright be safe. Tell mommy call me," I told him.

"Always, I got you," he said before hanging up.

I quickly looked at the time on my phone and noticed how early it was. I lied back down before drifting off again.

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I was awakened again a few hours later by the sound of Luka's phone ringing on my nightstand.

"Answer your phone," I grumbled.

"You answer it," he mumbled, still pretty much asleep.

I sighed and picked up the phone, "Hello."

"Buongiorno," a cheery female voice answered.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, throwing my arm over my eyes to block the light coming through the curtains.

She started speaking Italian. It's too early for this shit. I quickly sat the phone on Luka's ear. He spoke back, his eyes still closed. He sat up after hanging up.

"We have to get up," he said to me.

"I kinda figured," I said with a sigh. I sat up and stretched, making my bones pop.

"We have to go to the site we just got inventory," he said, rubbing his face. He sighed before looking at me. He quickly looked me up and down before licking his lips. I didn't bother using the sheet to cover myself up.

"Nah it's too early for that," I dismissed him.

"I was just admiring my work," he said staring at my chest with a smirk.

"Your what?" I asked, looking down at my chest. It was littered with hickeys that stood out even with the tattoos all over my chest.

"You son of a bitch," I said with a chuckle.

"Cute right?" He asked with a smirk.

"Fuck you," I said, throwing a pillow at him.

"You already did. Seven times, raw," He said with a wink.

"I'm getting in the shower," I said, sliding off the bed.

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I pulled my ripped jeans over my light red lace bodysuit. I pulled my red thigh boots on and up. I stood up from the ottoman, tied my the strings on my boots, and walked over to my purses. I picked up my red and gold Michael Kors bag and hugged it.

"I missed you so much," I said to the bag.

"It's been in the closet the whole time," Luka said from the other side of the closet.

"But I haven't worn it since New York," I explained, "And mind your business we having a moment."

"I got you something," Luka said, making me turn around. His hands were behind his back. He pulled a small bag from behind his back. I grabbed it and pulled beautiful a red veil out.

"It's beautiful. Thank you," I said, looking at him.

"I figured you would like this one more," he said with a small smile. I gave a small smile back and walked over to him, giving him a small peck on the lips.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked as he buttoned the last button on his black shirt. I noticed he wore all black when he handled business.

"Yup," I said, walking out of the closet. I looked at the bed and quietly cursed under my breath.

"Can you get my coat? I got to put these sheets in the washing machine."

"Which coat?" He asked from the closet.

"The real long black one," I answered, pulling the sheets off the bed. I quickly walked downstairs to the laundry room and put the comforter in the washing machine. I looked in the closet and pulled out new sheets and sat them on top of the dryer for later.

When I walked to the living room Luka was waiting with my veil, purse, and coat. He helped me put the coat on. Then I carefully put the veil on and took my purse.

"There's a car waiting for us outside," he said as we walked to the front door.

"I'm starving," I announced., walking out of the door.

"There are chicken nuggets waiting in the car," he said as he locked the door and set the alarm. He turned around and held his arm out for me to hold on to as we walked down the stairs.

"Call me if anything happens," he said to the guard at the bottom of the stairs, he just nodded in response.

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The driver opened my door and helped me out. Luka slid out behind me and grabbed my hand. We were in front of a building that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. The only thing surrounding the huge parking lot was trees. We walked to a metal door with a keypad next to it.

"Watch me," He said to me. I watched him put the password in and hold his thumb over the enter key.

"The enter key has fingerprint recognition. Before we leave we will set yours up," he told me. I just nodded.

When we walked through the door we were greeted by what looked to be a regular living room. I pulled my veil off and put it in my back right pocket out of habit.

We walked through the living room setup and went down a hallway until we reached an elevator. When the elevator opened two men were waiting inside. When we stepped in they stepped out without a word and stood in front of the elevator. Luka pressed the button to the basement and the doors closed. I looked over at him and noticed he was very tense.

"You good?" I asked him.

"Hmm?" He asked, looking at me. "Yes."

"Relax yourself," I told him before looking forward. I saw him nod out of the corner of my eye. The elevator stopped and we walked out hand in hand.

As soon as we stepped off the elevator there were four guys, two standing on either side of a metal detector. They nodded at us as we walked around them and the metal detector.

"This is where the magic happens," Luka said to me as we walked up to crates full of all kinds of drugs. They were stacked up almost to the ceiling and the room was almost full with them.

"This all came in today?" I asked him. He nodded. "Please tell me you have a system for all this."

"Of course," he said with a chuckle, "the crates are color coordinated." I just nodded.

"What you want me to do while you handle this?" I asked.

"You feel like counting some money?" He asked , nodding to the money machines and the duffel bags across the room. There was already a girl over there counting but she wasn't even halfway done with one bag.

"Always," I answered.

"We take home ten million. Then, if you can, divide the rest up by five. I just nodded and walked over to the money.

"Need some company?" I asked the girl as I walked up to her.

"Sure," she beamed. I could tell I scared her because she jumped a little.

"How many of these can I take from you?" I asked referring to the eight money machines.

"You can take half," she said, pushing four towards me. I grabbed a duffel and started counting by hand. I broke them up into twenty thousand a stack before sticking them into the machines.

"You're very fast," she said as she stuck her stacks into the machines.

"I have a lot of experience," I said with a chuckle.

"Did Mr. Ricca hire you?" She asked, trying make small talk. I raised my eyebrow with a small smile as I continued to count.

"Something like that," I said, playing along. "Did he hire you?"

"Not really. I do this for my husband, Antonio, he's the one at the door." She answered cheerfully.

"You just like spending time with him?" I observed more than asked.

"Yeah. He's not here that often but we don't have children so I still get a little lonely while he's away. So he brings me here to count on shipment days," she explained.

"That's beautiful," I said sincerely.

"Are you married?" She asked.

"I sure am," I answered.

"Does your husband work for the Ricca family too?" She asked.

"Something like that," I said with a chuckle, "he's actually around here somewhere."

"I would love to meet him if you get a chance," she said cheerfully.

"Of course," I replied, "You probably already have."

I continued to count and band each stack as we made small talk for about two hours. She counted faster than I gave her credit for in the beginning. We both counted a million every ten minutes, making it easy to get through all the bags. But there were still four left when Luka walked over to us.

"Are you ready?" He asked me.

"You're done already?" I asked, pressing the button for the machine to start.

"It's been two hours," he said with a chuckle.

"Oh I must have lost track of time," I said standing up. I picked up our cut and stuffed it in my purse.

"I don't think Mr. Ricca will-," Aurora, the girl, started before looking up with wide eyes.

"Aurora this is my husband Luka," I introduced with a smile.

"I know who he is," she squeaked, "You didn't tell me you were married to him."

"I didn't think it mattered," I said with a shrug, "Plus I didn't want his big bad reputation scaring off my new friend."

"He wouldn't have me off. You're very nice," she said with a shy smile.

"I'll see you soon," I said. Luka grabbed my coat off the back of the chair and we walked towards the elevator.

"Antonio?" I asked the guard on the outside of the metal detector.

"Sì?" He responded.

"Your wife is a doll," I complemented as I pulled my braids to the side so Luka could help me put my coat on. He just gave a cheeky smile as we stepped on the elevator.

When we got to the main floor the guards stepped into the elevator as we stepped out.

Once we stepped outside both mine and Luka's phones started going off like crazy, I guess there was no service in the building. I quickly checked my phone as we got in the car. I had tons of missed calls and texts from Sincere and Adrian. I called Adrian back.

"Did you get my texts?" He asked.

"No I just called you right back. I was helping with some business. What's up?" I asked.

"We got him in the hospital. They giving him three days," he said.

"You just now getting him in a hospital it's late as shit over there," I said.

"It's a long story," he said with a sigh, "what's the word?"

"I guess I'll be there as soon as I can," I said with a sigh.

"Let me know something. I got to go," he said before hanging up.

"Love you too dickhead," I mumbled to the phone. I looked out the window and saw Luka talking on the phone. He hung up before getting in the car.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"They have my brother," he answered, "You?"

"My dad has three days left," I said.

"One last kill before you go home?" He asked hopefully. I nodded with a sad smile as he grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it.

"I touched all that dirty money and you kissed my hand," I chuckled. He just laughed with me.

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I know I'm mad descriptive if it's annoying just tell me. I just want to describe the scene the exact way I see it in my head. But the story about to enddd. What y'all think gonna happen? Lmk 😁 don't forget to vote, comment, and follow

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