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.three weeks later.
Drea was healed, Maddison was healthy, enough time had passed it was time to get shit handled.
After taking the baby to Marco's mom, they headed to the place that made Drea, Big Dre. She hadn't been to her brother's compound in over a year and the closer she got, the more antsy she felt. Once they pulled into the gates, Marco looked at the huge abandoned house that once belonged to Trevor. They drove past it then got to Drea's old house.
"So this is where you used to be when you would complain about driving to the city." Marco said.
Drea just nodded. One of his hats sat on her head and dark shades covered her eyes. With her body still going through postpartum, her emotions were still heightened. She didn't want Marco to look at her and feel like she was putting too much on herself and tried to talked her out of anything.
They'd finally gotten to the gun range, Drea got out and opened the big barn doors so that she could park inside. After pulling her truck in, she and Marco climbed out and walked over to where the targets were.
Marco glanced at the wall full of every gun that you could think of. "What's the biggest gun you've handled?"
Looking up, Drea searched for it on the wall then pointed. "CheyTac M200."
"Damn and how did ya pops get ahold of all of these?"
"Government connections. He had friends in high places. Some of these aren't even supposed to be on US soil, let alone in our possession. The ones that are classified as illegal, we just use for target practice, never during an actual mission."
Marco nodded. "Alright, let's see what you got." He went and grabbed a M&P 10MM and handed it to her. "Give me ten perfect headshots and we'll go buy you a new car."
Drea smirked. "Whatever I want?"
"Whatever you want."
"I've always wanted a rolls Royce." She said while putting on headphones then handing Marco a pair.
"Impress me and it can be custom."
"Cool."
In no time, each target had a perfect headshots and Marco was very impressed. Walking up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her body. "You might as good as they say you are."
"Might be?"
"Anybody can use a pistol."
"Alright." She pulled his arms off of her and went to grab an AR Assault Rifle. "Told you I was gone show you some shit."
Stepping back, with a smile on his face he watched as she shot a gun that most women can't and even some men with ease and didn't stop until the clip was empty. Taking the earphones off and sitting the gun down, Drea turned to him.
"Now what were you saying?" She asked.
"I'm never pissing you off again, I swear to God."
"Yeah, ya baby mama ain't nothing to play with."
"I been knew that. Speaking of being a mama, how you feeling? Maddison is three weeks now and I hate that this is what we gotta focus on."
