The ocean waves crashing against the lava rock shores would have created a mesmerizing sight if any one was looking at them. The refreshing sea breezes and the warm sunshine were soothing. The Royal Kona Resort invited its guests to enjoy a sensory escape and the aloha spirit. For La’Myia Harris and Marques Steward there would be time for that later. It was their anniversary. As the only ones at the resort, they were taking every chance imaginable to make passionate love. For hours they’d gone at one another like wild animals. Beads of sweat trickled down their sticky skin. La’Myia literally tore the sheets to shreds as he pounded in and out of her from behind. The sound of the waves crashing underneath them intensified her pleasure. Marques’ had her speaking Latin. Knowing  the masochist his wife was, he showed her  no mercy. Sometimes La’Myia started bleeding, but she loved it. Marques couldn’t hold out any longer. It was time for him to cum. Grinding his hips, he hit La’Myia with his very last stroke. La’Myia howled as he squirted hot seed into her as their bodies shook uncontrollably. Spent, she lay flat on her stomach, panting heavily. Trying to catch her breath, La’Myia looked forward. The lush gardens bursting with vibrant colors and tropical scents were breathtaking. She watched Marques get up. Before heading to the bathroom, he smacked her ass. Sitting up, La’Myia reached into her purse, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. The first hit of nicotine sent an umpteenth shot of dopamine to her brain. 

“Enjoying the view?” Marques watched as she blew smoke from lungs.

“Most definitely,” La’Myia laughed. 

“As much as I love spending most of our time in various positions, I thought we could spend the day seeing what the resort has to offer.” “Sounds like a plan,” she smirked, thinking of her father. “But can we talk about something first?”

Marques instantly knew where the conversation was headed. “Baby, it’s our anniversary. Can’t we talk about this once we get back to the states?”

La’Myia took another drag of her cigarette. “By the time we get back things will already be in motion. We can’t go back home still divided about this, Marques.”

“Okay,” Marques walked over to bed and sat beside her. “Let’s talk.”

“My Daddy is running for President.”

“I know,” Marques smirked. “The man is Gabriel Prosser, Malcolm X, Denzel Washington, and the Easter Bunny all rolled into one.”

“Hey,” La’Myia nudged Marques playfully. “That’s my daddy you’re talking about.”

Marques laughed. “I know, but our relationship isn’t going to change my feelings on things.”

“Layeeq messaged me. He’s being followed. The entire family needs a united front, Marques.”

“C’mon, ‘Myia, we always said politics were never going to get in the way of our love.”

In their five years of their relationship, Marques never could understand why La’Myia was so loyal to her father. If everything she said about Lamont Harris was true then she had no reason to. La’Myia sighed. Marques was the chairman of Titan Ventures, the largest black-owned business in the United States. Chairmanship had passed down through Marques’ family since 2024, Titan Ventures employed 100,000 people and brought in over 200 billion dollars in revenue annually. The Fortune 500 company provides technology and supply chain services to large public and private organizations around the globe. The issue was that Marques’ family and Titan Ventures is one of the top contributors to Nathan Frost’s 2100 Republican presidential run. 

“I wish you wouldn’t have said that.” She shook her head, taking another pull from the cigarette before flicking it out to the sea. “‘Cause now I can’t trust you.”

“La’Myia,” Marques reached out, stroking her cheek. “I know he’s your father, but that has nothing to do with me and you.”

La’Myia stood up in a huff. Marques watched her walk to her side of the bed. She dug in her purse, obviously searching for her stress pills. The public limelight had been taking its toll on her recently. Marques was shocked when from a secret compartment in the purse, his wife retrieved a gun. 

Frozen in fear, Marques let her stride back over to him. “‘Myia calm down. Have you lost your mind! I know things have been stressful for you. I know what your father put you through, but you don’t want to do this,” he said, panicked. 

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. I have to do this.” La’Myia placed the gun up to his head. “All you had to do was side with us, but since you won’t then you’ll have to go.”

“‘Myia, I really need you to just calm down. Look, just take your pills and everything will be okay. Remember to breathe like the therapist told you to. You’re having one of your episodes, but we’ll get through it together.” 

La’Myia lowered the gun ever so slightly. Marques thought his words had reached her. …That was until his girlfriend started to laugh sadistically. 

“Together, Marques?” 

Marques nodded.  “Yeah, I love you.” 

“Since when? When you were fucking, Chrissy? When you got her pregnant with Greyson?”

Marques’ eyes widened as all of his secrets were uncovered. “Baby, I can explain.”

“Don’t even waste your breath. You’ve always thought that because of your money that you can do whatever you want. You step on anyone, who gets in your way. You screw women and discard them like they’re disposable. Everything you do, you do for yourself … as long as you win in the end. You really thought you won because you thought that I would never find out, huh? Well, this is you losing. You’re just like most humans.” 

“La’Myia, let me explain.” Marques had no idea where this rant was coming from. 

“You still don’t get it, do you?” she grinned. “You’re about to pay for every wrong thing ever you’ve done. …But don’t worry. Greyson and Chrissy will get all of your money,  houses, cars, stocks and bonds. I’ll see you soon though … in Hell.”

Marques gasped as his girlfriend’s eyes turned purely black. There was no trace of irises or pupils. 

She pulled the trigger without a second thought. The force of the shot sent Marques’ body flying to the ground. La’Myia gazed down at him. La’Myia shrugged her arms and placed the gun in his hand. When someone discovered Marques, it would look like he’d committed suicide. Calmly, she stepped over him, got dressed, and packed her things. A phone call and fifteen minutes later, a plane began to descend. Once it landed, La’Myia hopped over the railing and took the passenger’s hand. Inside the plane, she buckled her seat belt and allowed her father to kiss her cheek. “Everything taken care of?” Lamont asked, his human eyes turning a demonic red.

“Yep,” 

“Good.” Lamont said, completely indifferent to his daughter’s tears. “You passed the test beautifully, La’Myia.”

La’Myia eyes began to cry tears of blood. “He was still my boyfriend. I did have some love for him.”

“I know,” Lamont stroked his cheek, her bloody tears on his fingers. “But he obviously didn’t love you or I wouldn’t have had to tell you about Greyson and Chrissy.”

“Just take me home daddy,” La’Myia turned her face away from his touch. “Just take me to my babies.”