Trapanese .

Chapter Four.

TUESDAY , JUNE 10th

Nobody could ever say that Marjan didn't have any determination. And never could anybody say that Kemontae had patience, because he had none at all.

All morning he and Marjan had been out in the hot ass sun, shooting. Khyree had woken everyone up early to discuss a few things, like how Seladis' sister, Romane was coming home tomorrow, and giving out daily work for everyone.

As suspected, Montae had to teach Marjan how to shoot; and Montae thought that this was by far the hardest task Khyree had ever given him .

Even though she said that her brother had taught her how to shoot, the girl could barely even hold the gun correctly. He had given up on her a few times but after all her begging and pleading to continue on with her he felt as if he had no choice, which he really didn't.

"Montae," She whined, pulling on his arm trying to get him to stop walking away from her. "Please please please. Montae stop, just bare with me okay."

"Girl I been "barring with you" all fucking morning. A bredda ain't tryna be out here wit cha whiny ass all day!"

Marjan pouted and let Montae's hand go, pushing him away as well.

"Gyal I dun' told you about putting yo hands on me. When I fuck you up one of these days you gon' look at me funny."

"Shut up," she mumbled, stomping away back towards her shooting booth.

Picking up the customized golden pistol Montae had bought for her this morning, she went over everything he told her, and slowly did each action twice before trying it out.

"Place my hands here. Close one eye and aim. Cock it. And shoot." Doing every action as she spoke it aloud, she closed her eyes after shooting the gun.

Waiting for another scolding from Kemontae, she kept them closed for a few more seconds and opened them once she didn't hear anything. Looking straight, Marjan saw that not only hit the dummy, but she shot it right between the eyes.

"Yes!" She screamed, jumping up and down. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I did it, uh huh I did it. Okay girl, now gon' and back it up, I said, I said, now back it up." She said, making her own beat and crazily dancing around.

Forgetting that her gun was still in hand, fully loaded and cocked, she twirled her hands around and began dancing harder. After hearing another gunshot go off, she immediately stopped and looked down at herself then to her right to see Montae staring at her with a mug.

"Put that damn thing down."

She quicky tossed it on the bench, grateful that it didn't go off again and rushed to his side, looking him up and down.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Making sure you're alright asshole." She said, flicking his ear.

"Ion think I'm hurt." He groaned, trying to push her away from him.

"Then what the fuck is this?" She yelled, holding up his arm. There was a piece of skin removed from his arm, meaning that the bullet had just grazed him and Marjan was grateful that that was all that had happened.