This is the second book I've wrote and completed. I know the grammar and format isn't everything, I apologize for that. I honestly rushed this book and finished within a short period. Anyone reading please ignore the cringe. It has an amazing plot and I know for a fact you will love it. As for now I will not be reviving this book, I'm tooo lazy lol. Without further ado, I present Retribution! Enjoy❤️

Excuse any mistakes!

"Daddy, I'm tired now." I groaned trying to sit down. He wanted to dance all around the kitchen for some unknown reason.

"Come on babygirl, just sing this part for me." My dad begged grabbing my hand.

"Who can I run to, to fill this empty space with laughter? Who can I run to, when I neeeed loooove." I sang as he spun me around.

"Beautiful voice." He smiled looking at me.

"Why, thank you." I plopped down on the couch.

"When are you going to finally do something with it?"

"Never, it's only for your ears."

"It can be for others too." He pointed out.

"Next subject please."

"Okay." He held his hands up.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"Stressful."

"When are you finally going to step down from that shit dad. It's not safe, I'm scared every day for you."

Carlos Hogan biggest kingpin in Atlanta. He's been doing it since I was born and I'm 22 now. I don't like it and never have, but he's an old grumpy man who doesn't want to listen to his daughter.

"Soon babygirl, I promise."

"Don't make a promise you can't keep."

"Have I ever broke one?"

"No, but-"

He cut me off. "No but's, Luna. Now, may have this dance one last time."

I laughed standing up. "Yes, you may."

"I love you." He kissed my forehead.

"I love you to always."

"And forever." He finished swaying us around.

I walked along the trail until I found my destination. I took out my blanket and placing it on the ground, sitting in front of the headstone. "In loving memory of Carlos Ray Hogan. June 11, 1981~December 8, 2018. A loving and caring father, brother, uncle, and friend."

If you would have told me that would have been the last memory with my father 3 months ago I would have slapped you silly. The sad thing now it's the reality and I feel numb. He was the only thing I had. My egg donor doesn't give one fuck about me and the person that did gets killed for no absolute reason.

One thing was he kept his promise. He finally got out of the game. I was so proud, we could finally live a regular life without also looking over our shoulders.

Others weren't so happy about his decision. They felt as he was good and ran everything perfectly. They didn't want him to go. My dad helped any and everyone before himself. The day he was murdered nobody heard, seen, or did anything. They didn't give a fuck about him and now the killer is still out there running free while I'm taking trips to a cemetery every day just trying to feel his presence again.

I pulled out my phone going to my playlist, playing one of my favorite songs. I begin singing to him just how he liked.

"If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him. I'd play a song that would never ever end. How I'd love love love," I finished.

"Daddy, I miss you. Please come back." I cried holding onto his headstone.

"Come on, Luna." I felt arms around me.

"STOP! Get off me. He needs to come back."

"LUNA GRACE! HE'S NOT COMING BACK!" Gabriel screamed causing more tears to drop.

"I'm sorry, Lu. But you have to face the reality of this life now. Your father told me if anything happened to him, to take care of you. He wouldn't want you doing this to yourself every day."

"It's not easy Gabe." I sniffed looking down.

"What did he use to tell you?" He asked but I didn't answer. "Huh?"

I sighed. " because things will get better. It may be stormy now but it never rains forever."

"Exactly be strong for him. You know that's what he would want."

"You're right."

"I'm always right." He tried to joke. "Now, let's go."

"I love you." I whispered kissing the headstone standing up. I grabbed the blanket and followed him to the car.

"You hungry?" He asked driving off.

"No." I looked out the window. There was a silence in the car for about 20 minutes before he spoke up.

"So, I talked to a couple of people the other day and they still haven't found any leads."

"Not one single thing?"

"Nah, nobody wants to speak."

"This is bullshit." I scoffed. "I can't keep just sitting around waiting for nothing.

"So, what are you saying?"

"Uncle Gabe it's doesn't take a genius to understand. I'm going to figure out who killed my father and when I do, it won't be peaches and cream."

"Hell no! You not gone do shit, leave it to me."

"It's been months and you still haven't found a damn thing. I can't and I won't keep sitting on my ass waiting for someone to speak. I will found out what the hell happened to my dad that night."

"I wasn't asking you, I'm telling you. Leave it to me and this is the end of the conversation. I don't want to talk about this anymore." His voice made it clear he wasn't playing.

The thing about his threats is they didn't phase me. My father always reminded me that when I want something to go after it. The only thing I want more is to find out who took my dad away from me. I just wished I would've listened to him that day...

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