Nothing Like The Rest | 18+

FIFTY ONE

Raimondo S. Valentini |

3 days later

"You're too slow.." I crossed my arms and looked down at the stopwatch in my hand that read 08:12.43

Eight minutes and twelve seconds...and she still isn't finished loading the damn clip.

"I'm going as fast as I can, this is harder than it looks." She raised her voice finally shoving the last bullet into the magazine.

She did better the second time.

I hit stop on the timer.

09:05.23

"Nine minutes five seconds" I announced out loud, she she stood up silently from the seat with a annoyed looked on her face and her fist balled adorably.

"It wasn't that bad g. You just need to practice more.".."If this was the battlefield yo ass woulda' got shot by now." Twan and Q yelled out one after another just as she slammed the sliding door closed behind her, going back inside.

"We can take a break from this for now, she still needs to work on maintaining her aim when shooting rapidly." I let out a sigh and looked towards the door she just left through

My poor baby's fingers are probably sore from the metal.

I think that's what slowed her down, after all she did just do that four times in a row.

"Nah son she needa come back and try again until she can do it in under five minutes, then we can move on to allat' other shit. " Q scoffed and shook his head at her dramatics. "Gon' head in the house lil Mango and go get her." He pointed behind him with his thumb like he was demanding me.

Without a second thought I swung my fist and hit him directly at jaw followed by another blow to his stomach.

I actually feel better already.

The harsh impact landed perfectly and the light groan as result of the air getting forced out of him made my heart rate dance from joy.

I'm over the name jokes at this point.

I could tell from the stupid ass wide eyed expression on his face that he wasn't expecting this today, I couldn't help but smile when he hunched over in pain.

I'm so tired of repeating myself.

"I let you slide more than once with the funny shit Q.  I would've thought you understood by now that was only for the sake of you being my girlfriends beloved friend—otherwise this would've been handled very differently." I pulled my gun out from behind me when I saw Twan in my peripheral view walking closer to us.
Coming to the rescue I assume—but Mario and Rudy were already on it.

"Raimondo, Valentini—is what you will address me as. I'll even be nice and let you pick between the two." I lowered my voice and bent down to look in his eyes seriously.

Fear was clear on his face, but it only lasted a second.

"Ain't that bout' a bitch " He muttered "maybe the white boy ain't as weak as we thought he was Twan." He looked over at Twan being held at gunpoint.

common mistake.

"You take me as some kind of joke?"