**re-editing and changing some parts I will slowly update the chapters I fix****
This story follows the 22~ years old Zara Nizerimana, a charming young African woman looking to find happiness for herself after losing her family in a house fire when...
As I was walking up to the kitchen I stopped when I heard Zara screaming "what" out loud I stopped to listen to the voice she was talking to.
I hear Michael laugh "yes Roman has a twin brother he didn't tell you?" Michael asked. I stand still where I'm at to listen more but they wasn't much only that Roman's twin brother was trouble and left to go with their uncle.
I slowly start to act like I'm fixing something on my clothes so I don't look like I'm snooping. I enter the kitchen after a while Zara was still sitting at the counter with a sad look while Michael left.
"You okay," I ask getting prep for lunch I hear her chuckle as she shakes her head.
I see a tall breaded man with broad shoulders slowly making his entrance to the kitchen with an angry look. Roman was wearing this black suit and he looked good with his rings on and his hair laid back in a bun.
"Can we talk in my office?" Roman asks looking at Zara.
"What is there to talk about," she says as she lifts her head to look at him with a calm demeanor that was scary.
"Zara can we just talk in my office," Roman says as he raises his tone to walk up to Zara who is leaving the kitchen.
"Zara my office now," Roman demands her as she rolls her eyes.
I have been trying to see what I can find but no one ever speaks about anything and since Roman got shot they have been having guards inside the house as well.
But more than ever my boss has been on my ass she said this case has been going on for too long now and we need to start wrapping it up but all I know that is before we close up I need an answer about my dad.
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"What was the bullshit you pulled today with Damien?" I ask Zara who's sitting down on my office couch with her right leg shaking. When Zara is calm I know that she thinking or she is angry and about to pop off at any moment especially when her leg is shaking.
"Zara, what's wrong?" I say play it safe with my life and not get close. She has tears falling down her face and she starts laughing, shit whatever I have done I know I just Fucked up and I know It's because it's something I've done and I don't even know what it was.
The way this woman can change her moods so fast was scary and trust me I've been around real death and she is still the last person I wouldn't wanna mess with.
She stand up coming closer to me as I look down at her she leaned her neck back to fully look at me and started to laugh as she wipe the tears.
"Zara I'm so sorry for what ever I did I'm so sorry, just talk to me I can fix this," I reach my hands down to her head and she didn't hesitate to slap them right away.
"You just keep things from me, I was finally going to tell you how I saw my father and took your advice on saving people, I asked you about family so many times I even told you about me and my father's relationship," she says backing up.
"Here I am telling you everything about me, and every time I ask you to tell me something about yourself you give me some basic ass story, It feels like I'm begging you to be a part of your life," she says as I look at her demeanor that looked hurt and uncomfortable around me.
"I asked so many questions about you and I feel like I still don't know much, as much as you having a living twin brother who seems to know your kids," she says as she gets on her tiptoes to poke a small finger on my chest.
I walk away from her and sit on my office chair "who told you?" I ask.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Zara yells walking up to my chair.
"Watch your tone," I say in a calm voice with one of my arms leaning on my chair holder and my hand on my face coving it as I sign.
"It's always something with-," I say a sing again this time I can feel she's closer to me because I feel her hand softly pull one of my arms away from my face.
She squats down with her hands on her knee and her face close to mine "what did you just say?" She asks.
"I said there is always something with you woman," I say leaning back in the chairs.
"Ooh know you know how I feel too sir," she says.
"I'm sorry I'm not perfect for you Zara because I don't tell you everything because last time I check you don't tell me anything either," I say.
" I have told you everything," Zara says with an attitude.
"Have you? Because you never talk about the shoot-out or when I got shot or when you got kidnapped so what have you been telling me?" I ask.
"Don't turn this on me now, because last time I checked it's your past that's been putting this family in danger, it was people after you not me you Roman." Zara says looking me dead in the eyes and I feel my heart break into many pieces because the last thing I would ever want her to feel is that she isn't safe or that I can't protect her and the kids.
"You need to get out now," I say as I raised my voice.
"I'm done with this I was going to leave but I'm staying for the girls so if you ever want to speak to me again it's only going to me about the girls," Zara says as she slams my door.
I get up and throw the glass cup that was on my desk.
I really need to stop releasing my anger by pouncing or throwing things it's harmful.
