"Are you alright son?" He ask Victor. "Why wouldn't I be?" He leaned backwards in his chair. "Because that was your first kill."
The man that stabbed and hit Issabella was now dead, tortured to death by the hands of his own son. He didn't think his first kill would be this brutal, maybe a bullet to the head, but not this. "Yes I'm fine, I see it as a prideful first kill, don't you father?" His son ask back, "Well considering it was for Issabella, yes it was." He chuckle as he sees his son admiring the pistol.
It was a Runger SR40c, this is one useful pistol to have that can be easily concealed. The SR40c is a capable handgun backed by the .40 S&W round, making it one of the most powerful concealed carry handguns available today and very useful for his son. He remembered when he took her to the gun shop. . .All the guys where very much confused that day, at the 10 year old girl, but she walked so confident next to him, like she owned the place.
The sales man immediately walked up to him to ask him how he could help, but Issabella tugged the guys arm instead. "I want to see all the pistols you have please." She asked and the sales man smiled uncomfortable. "Are you sure?" She nodded and then looked at me. "You heard her." He immediately showed us to the back. The salesman showed her a few and she listened when he talked. After a time she huffed while she was looking at the pistols. They weren't really good ones that the guy showed, but he let Issabella enjoy herself."This won't do at all, the propability of hitting a target isn't that great unless it's nearby. Are you sure you are showing me the best old man?" She grumpily asked the guy and he wanted to laugh at the sales guy face. Issabella has a neck for eyeing good quality of pretty much any product. "Ah we do have these." He uncomfortably showed her more decent one this time. "Mmm, how about that one?" She pointed behind the man, behind a glass case was five different pistols. "Uh that would be a very powerful pistols missy and very expensive." Issabella clapped her hands. "Why didn't you show me that first?" The sales guy couldn't answer her but got the pistols out for her. She wanted to hold them but the sales guy hesitated but with one look from Lucian was enough to let her do what she wanted. She carefully looked at each one. She sushed the salesman when he wanted to tell her about each one, saying she doesn't trust his judgment since he didn't show her the good ones from the beginning. He laughed at the guys expression. "Pappa Lu I want thay one." She pointed to the Runher SR40c and he was impressed with hiss little girl. "Good choice Issabella, well take that one." He sales guy caughed, "Sir, are you sure?" Issabella tugged his shirt. "Pappa Lu can I make modifications on it?" He wondered what she would modify but agreed to it anyway. After she told the guy what she wanted the gun to do he got paler by the minute. Probably because the cost is going up more and more. "Pappa Lu, will Vic like it?" She the seemed a bit unsure. "Of coarse he will little one, it's from you afterall." And boy did she whipped out her smile then. . .
"You know what is the irony?" His son now looked at him.
"What?"
"That gun was chosen by Issabella herself, custom made to your needs." Victor looked shocked. "It was?" He nods to confirm. "Why didn't she tell me?"
"She asked me not to." Was his simple answer.
"Really, and since when do you just do as people ask?" It was Victor's turn to smirk at his father.
He huffed, "Shut up." He barked and Victor continued to admire his pistol, appreciating it much more now. His wifey had a good eye, a really good one. "She really is something else, isn't she father?"
"Yes indees son."🌸🌸🌸
Please be warned I have no knowledge of guns except what google tells me, so if someone who reads this who happens to really likes guns and thinks this is not a good pistol, I'm sorry.
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Being A Romano Wife
General FictionHe was hers and he knew it. She was his and she knew it. He was dangerous, but she knew that. He knew he was dangerous, but he knew she didn't mind.