"Let's start off with guns, what do you say boss?" One of the instructors who worked in the training mafia field, looks at Vincenzo who stands besides me and my friends.
"Certo, I'll take this one," he points at me and then turn his head at the rest.
"And the men,"
Men?
Is he referring to Merikh and the boys?
Only the other day Jackson farted in his sleep and they nearly died from it.
"Teach them two about guns, daggers, and swords" he points at Mia and Charlotte
"Come along," he looks at the boys and then me.
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He leads us into a different area of the building. "Shut it." He looks at one of the bodyguards and then back at me.
"Here tésoro," he gives me a gun, as I look straight ahead at the charts and boards where the other targets were.
"Aim at the red dot." He points at the middle with his index finger, a silver ring fits his finger perfectly.
"Now you men," he turns around to face Merikh and the boys who just stood there not knowing a single fuck what to do like they did for their entire life.
"You will practice with guns, how to handle with bombs and explosions, and more. These aren't for beginners of course but we need to train fast and hard for our opponents."
As he spoke the rules about how to use a gun for those dumbasses, I shut my left eye and squint through my right towards the red circle on the chart.
Like I saw on tv when I was younger, I straight the hand I was holding the gun while the other remain outward. As I pull the trigger, firing a shot, the pistol hits exactly the middle of the red dot.
Hell yea
"Yes bitch" Jackson punches the air the minute Vincenzo turns his back on them.
"First time?"
No dumbass I naturally walk around my bedroom holding a gun in front of my chest standing in front of my mirror, blowing the top off acting as if I just won a deadly battle.
But the thought of doing that just excites me.
"Sure" I wink at him only to get a chuckle in return.
"You seemed angry when pulling that trigger"
"What can I say Vincenzo," I spoke faking an accent as I said his name.
"We live in a world with assholes, everyone gets on my nerves."
"Who got on your nerves this time?"
"One of your bodyguards, Mattheo." Remembering the time he called me a slut.
One of the things that pisses me off the most are men.
Especially when they slut-shamed you.
"And?"
"And he called me a slut."
"I'll be right back tésoro,"
"Bitchhh, you didn't tell me you can shoot a fucking gun! I would've given it has a gift for your birthday" Jackson jumps up and down while he ran up to me
"Surprise," I flick my hair back dramatically
As I look behind Jackson to see Merikh rolling his eyes while Silas shook his head with a grin.
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