0. Prologue

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Raja Nicole

4:26 am.

Again, for the third night in a row, it was hard to go to sleep. This time, I had the comfort of the rain beating down on on my balcony just a few feet away from my bed, the unignorable drapes from my canopy bed moving with the wind, and a tiny body snuggled up on my side. Tonight she wanted to sleep with mommy. I'd never expected my life to be like this. Twenty-two years old, forced to live with my parents for my own safety. I never asked to have a father like him. The biggest drug lord in all of the Midwest, east United States, part of Mexico, and part of South America. Extremely well known, but to most of his customers, he's an urban myth, a legend. No one has ever seen him. And to his middlemen, he's king, a god. He controls their cut and whether or not they'll be living or breathing the next second. He is quick to kill anyone. I've watched him execute so many men, it doesn't even affect me anymore. He taught me and my brothers how to use a gun as well. He even bought me my own gun on my 18th birthday. A Khar Semiautomatic Centerfire pistol. Since then, I've only used it twice. One headshot, and one square in the neck. I had to do what I had to do. These things don't affect me like they should. I guess I've been programmed to be like this since I was a little girl. My thoughts are interrupted by the small body next to me switching positions. Her head, now on my stomach and her body now horizontal to mine. I laugh to myself at the horrible sleeper. She was the result of me being imprisoned by my father. I had her when I was nineteen, going into my second year of college. He decided to keep me home in fear that I would make more bad choices. I can't leave the house without a giant man dressed in black standing behind me for protection. I can't really live a life having a father like him. I want to go places and see things and meet new people and give my daughter the life I've always wanted. I want to meet a man and fall in love, but instead, I am forced to live off my father's fortune and keep to myself. Maybe, I'll work up the courage to just get up and leave one day and do just that. Maybe I'll meet someone and fall in love. I mean seriously, what kind of danger could that even put my life in?

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