Chapter 19. The game is on.

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“Today we are going to start with the revenge on the CGB, but first we all need to be fit and healthy so no more candy or cookies will be eaten in this house. We will spent every day an hour in the gym. Am I clear?”

Everybody nods.

You sit next to Brandon and Justin.

Jaxon is in the corner playing with the toys.

“We are going to learn shooting with a gun again. We haven’t used it in a while and for this we need to kill someone with one bullet.”

Jasmine stands up and opens the door of a black closet.

She takes out a pink gun and put it in her pocket.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“Shoot.”

“I don’t know if you know it, but you aren't a part of this job.”

“What the hell.”

“You left when we were making the plan.”

“So what?”

“It’s your own fault.”

“What do I need to do then?”

“Stop being such a princess in this house.”

Jasmine walks mad away.

Dion turns back to the group and goes further.

“So boys take your gun and go to the woods.”

Everybody stands up and take their gun.

“Baby will you keep an eye on Jaxon?”

“Of course. Can I go to town with him?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Oh alright.”

“Maybe you can watch a movie with him or do your nails.”

“I don’t have nailpolish  with me.”

“I will ask if Jasmine wants to borrow you one.”

Justin gives you a hug.

“I love you princess.”

“I love you to.”

Justin runs upstairs and a few minutes later he comes back.

“She is searching for it so you can pick a color.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome babe.”

Justin runs outside to the group.

“These are the colors that a have,”

Jasmine puts a box on the table and takes a seat next to you.

“These are a lot.”

“I know. It took me three years to save them.”

You smile and pick a pink color.

“Should we do each other’s nails?”

You look at Jasmine and nod.

“Alright, but I am not a pro at this.”

“Me either.”

You two laugh and you start doing Jasmine’s nails.

“Hey were back.”

The boys walk inside and take a seat on the sofa.

“Geez what a gross smell.”

“Don’t be a drama queen Zac.”

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