Zophisa P.O.V

1 week later

"The perimeter is finally finished around the house. So we will only need about ten gaurds. Four at the front gate and the rest spread out around the house," Luka explained as he showed me the blueprint that was sitting on the desk between us.

"I want professional gurads," I said.

"Whatever you desire," He said with a nod. I raised an eyebrow at his words as he read at the contract in his hands.

"Switch seats with me," I demanded. He just looked up at me. "I'm sorry, I don't remeber stuttering." He let out a sigh before getting up out of his chair and walking around the desk. I took his seat and looked at the monotor. I quickly pulled up the cameras and cut off the one in the office.

"We need to talk about our little problem," I said, folding my hands on the desk.

"What do you propose we do?" He asked.

"He's your ally," I pointed out, "You haven't heard anything from him?"

"Nothing concerning," He said, sitting the papers on the desk. I just let out a deep sigh.

"There's no way he's just not doing anything. He's the second most annoying man I've ever met," I said rolling my eyes.

"Second?" He asked.

"My dad," I answered, "Don't worry though, you're a close third." Before he could respond my phone started to ding uncontrollably. I quickly picked it up and looked looked at the messages. It was multiple pictures of my dad and a man, it looked like he was paying him. I looked at another picture that had a more clear shot of the man. He was bald, with many tattoos on every visible part of his body, he was clearly latino.

"Give me a minuite," I said to Luka. He just sighed before walking out of the office and closing the door. I pulled up the cameras and saw him standing in the hallway, ear against the door. "Away from the door!" I yelled. He walked down the hallway into the living room and clicked on the TV. I quickly called Adrian.

"I am not happy with what I just saw," I said once he picked up.

"You know that other dude?" Adrian asked.

"That's the dude who came up to Bunch at the bar and told him our marriage was fake," I informed.

"I kind of figured he was sketch so I had a couple boys follow him. They about to run down on him right now," He said.

"How long you think you need?" I asked, my eyes locked on the monotor.

"Give me fifteen minuites," He answered before hanging up. Adrian could get information from anybody, I've never seen anything like it.

I sent the picture of the man to Papa and quickly facetimed him.

"Babygirl!" He greeted, "Guess where we are."

"Where are you?" I asked with a smile, quickly forgetting the reason I called.

"Italy mi amor," Nana said with a grin.

"That's great Nana cause I need my hair done," I said with a pout. That woman must have been black in her past like because no one could braid hair like her.

"Anything for my baby," She said with a soft smile.

"How about you meet us at our house? We're renting it for the week while I do business," Papa informed.

"Aw man," I said, remebering the problem at hand, "I'm kind of in the middle of handiling business right now. I actually called because I need your help."

"What is it?" He asked, I could see the worry in his face.

"I sent you a picture of a man. I need your help identifying him," I informed.

"Let me take a look," He said before he disappeared from my screen.

"This man is nobody," He said as his face popped back on the screen.

"That was impossibly fast. How do you know that?" I asked.

"He does not belong to anybody. His tattoos are meaningless," He said. I went back to the picture and zoomed in on his tattoos. There were many of them but, as Papa said, they were meaningless. He had simple things like crosses, symbols, and names, mostly names.

"What's happening mija?" Papa asked.

"I think somebody is trying to take me out," I confessed, "But I don't know who or how." I ran a hand down my face and sat back with a sigh. I glanced at the monotor and saw Luka in the same position as before.

"If you need anything, do not hesitate to come to me," He said strenly.

"How about you send me your adress? I'll come do your hair for you," Nana said with a soft smile. I nodded and let a smile creep onto my face.

"Okay," I said with a nod, "I'll see you in a few."

"Te amo," Papa said.

"Te amo, papa," I said blowing a kiss through the phone before hanging up the phone. It's crazy, the closest thing I have to a father is random Spanish man I met in a fight club, I chuckled at the thought.

I quickly texted Nana my address. Before I had a second to regain my thoughts, Adrian called.

"That was quick," I answered with a chuckle.

"He sang like a bird," He chuckled. "Apparently your dad hired him and flew him out there to meet someone who had him dress up and approach Bunch in the bar."

"Who did he meet out here and when?" I asked, my teeth clenched.

"I don't know," Andrian answered, "He just said he was Italian and had dark hair."

"That could be any fucking body," I said through clenched teeth, "Did he menton tattoos?" I sighed and ran a hand down my face.

"He said he only had one he could see. It was a woman wrapped in barbed wire with a cross behind her. It's on his neck," He explained.

"That's Luka's gang tattoo," I said, bringing my attention back to the screen. He was still sitting on the sofa.

"So it's someone in his gang?" Adrian asked.

"Yup," I said, grazing my tongue over my teeth.

"I can't believe that bastard," Adrian mumbled, "He shipped you all the way of to Italy because he knew you would be at a disadvantage."

"Run down on his ass," I ordered.

"I heard you," He obeyed.

"No," I said, "I want you and Sincere to do it."

"Let me talk to her," I heard someone say in the background.

"Zoey, I love you. He not going down without a fight. So before we go out there just know we love you and we going down behind you," Sincere said softly.

"Don't speak to me like that yo," I demanded. I felt a stray tear roll down the side of my face.

"I love you," He said before I heard shuffling.

"It's me," Adrian said.

"That's my father," I said, finally breaking down. "I have to kill my own father."

"Come on, Zo you don't even know what his plan is," Adrian said, trying to calm me down.

"It can't be good Dre," I said between sobbs, "He finally getting his revenge on me for taking him down all thouse years ago. I knew karma was gonna get me."

"You talking reckless," Adrian said firmly, "You did what you had to do then, just like you doing what you have to do now." I sniffed as my crying finally sropped. I wiped the tears from my face and took a few deep breaths.

"You right," I agreed, "And I know what I got to do now."

"Zophisa Marie Johnson," I heard my mom's voice, "Don't let your feelings pull that trigger." She had told me that five years ago when I took down my father.

"He's working with Luka," I mumbled.

"You don't know that for sure," She said softly.

"There's only one way to find out," I said before hanging up the phone. I reached under the desk and pulled the gun from it's holder. I walked out of the office and into the living room where Luka was sitting. I stood in front of him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, sitting up in the chair. I raised the gun to his face.

"Are you working with my father?" I asked.

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So I had en ending in my my head but I changed it. This thing coming to an end thought and y'all gone like how it ends. But question: If I write another story who would read it? And what should it be about?

Xox - NX