Bittersweet (COMPLETED)

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𝟾:𝟹𝟷 𝙿.𝙼.
𝟹 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛
𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜

"Oh my God! I told you he wasn't built for this shit from the beginnin!" Giana said pushing Otis out of the way.

Dean snatched off his mask before saying, "don't blame that shit on me! How the fuck was I supposed to know?!"

"Same way I did!" Giana yelled back. "This is exactly why you can't associate yourself with fuckin' idiots, even family," she said rolling her eyes.

"What are y'all- what the fuck?!" I said not even knowing what exactly to say.

They looked at me before Giana rolled her eyes.

"Don't try and act so innocent. You really think you could fuck wit' the son of somebody yo daddy killed and he wouldn't want revenge? That's probably the dumbest shit you could do," Giana said before I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

I looked up at Otis as he looked back at me. He looked blank, expressionless. My mouth opened agape as I felt the devastation of what was actually happening.

"You know I have nothin' to do with what my dad did. He doesn't even care about me-"

"Bitches will say anything to get out of shit. You've just been tryna cover yo ass this whole time-"

"No I wasn't! I don't even know what the fuck you're talkin' about!" I yelled.

"Watch who the fuck you yellin' at," Giana said waving her gun in my face.

"Be careful wit' that," Dean said.

"My uncle, his father, died all because he spoke to you. So don't act like you're dad didn't care," Giana said before I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What?" I said.

"Like you don't know. You were there, Naya!" she said.

"What the fuck are you talkin' about?!" I exclaimed.

"You know what I'm talkin' about! You were there!" She yelled.

"No I wasn't!" I yelled back.

"I saw you!" Giana yelled before Otis and Dean looked at her.

"My dad never killed anybody over me, he didn't care what happened to me. If he ever did I sure as hell wasn't there," I said before looking at Otis. "You gotta believe me. I never had anything to do with any of the shit my dad did. You know me."

"You ain't tell me you saw it," Otis said looking at Giana.

"She's the enemy, Oa!" Giana yelled.

"I know... but you didn't tell me that-"

"We can talk about that later," Giana said as Otis looked at her. "She's a liar, just like her damn daddy. Here," she said handing Otis the gun. "He was your father."

Otis looked down at the gun before looking at me.

"Otis, you know I love you. I've never been apart of somethin' like that! I've never lied to you! Why would I start now?!" I pleaded my case.

He cocked his gun back before pointing the gun at my forehead. I started crying as I continued to plead my case.

"Shoot her the same way she got her dad to shoot yours," Dean urged Otis.

"Please Otis-" the shot went off before I froze completely stuck.

𝟿:𝟷𝟹 𝙰.𝙼.
𝟷𝟽 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛
𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚜

"Good morning beautiful," Otis said as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

I looked at him in the mirror while I brushed my teeth. I rinsed my mouth out before turning around. I wrapped my arms around his neck before he kissed me softly.

"Goodmorning," I smiled.