𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝗺𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞
-𝐉𝗼𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬
After a woman named, Paris, kills the ones who gave her permanent trauma and ends up finding the love of her life, she finds out her true destiny when s...
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"Get ya ass up." Holster said banging two pots together.
"What the hell man?" RJ said groaning.
"You have to get yo ass up. Training is starting."
"It's 4 in the morning. What could I possibly do this early?" He asked and Holster smirked.
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"We going around the neighborhood." Holster said getting in his car.
RJ was about to get in the front but Holster locked the doors. "Oh did I mention you'll be running behind me?" He asked and RJ groaned.
Holster started up the car and began to drive, making sure to look out for RJ in the mirror.
"This some bullshit." RJ said, running behind the car.
"What was that?" Holster asked from the car and RJ eyes widen.
"How in the f—Nun." RJ pushed through his leg pain.
RJ ran behind Holster's car until Holster stopped.
"Alright now that's done let's go to the training room."
"Aren't you supposed to be teaching me about guns and how to shoot?"
Holster shook his head, smiling.
"You got the game fucked up. Guns and machines come last. You have to learn how to fight with your hands because what happens when you don't have a gun? You gon get yo ass beat." Holster said as they walked down the steps.
"So when will I be training to shoot."
"When you've mastered many different fighting techniques." Holster said, answering his question.
"Okay well. When do we get st—" Holster interrupted him by punching him in chest, making him loose air.
He coughed and began gasping for air making Holster look at him.
"Uhh come on. Grow some balls, I barely punched you."
"First off you caught me off guard—" RJ said getting off the ground.
