A Drug Lord as my Father

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<<<Nayeli's P.O.V>>>

"Ok, hold the gun with one hand." Says Marcelo.

"Like this?" I ask holding the gun out in-front of me.

"You're crooked," He says walking towards me. He then stands behind me hold my waist with one hand and adjusting my arm with his other hand. My back touching his front body. I could feel the warmth of his body and his strong Polo Colone filling the atmosphere.

"Alright,shoot." He says with his deep voice startling me.

I put my finger on the cold trigger and pulled it.

Pow!

Within seconds the bullet hit the fence somewhere ,filling the silent nature with an everlasting echo.

"Nice. You remembered to only put your finger on the trigger when you're ready to shoot." He said moving away from me.

"Again." He says and I pull the trigger.

Pow!

"So ,how does it feel?" He asks.

"I feel in powering." I say taking the gun down and putting it on safety ,as Marcelo showed me.

"Nayeli?!" Asks a familiar voice.

I turn around to see Sofia and Jessie walking side by side making their way to Marcelo and me.

Jessie sees the gun in my hand and stops walking. Sofia looks at my hand with her eyes and mouth wide.

"What are you doing Nayeli?" Asks Jessie.

"Just learning how to use a gun." I shrug.

"Why?" Asks Sofia.

"Well you know. To see if next time we get kidnapped we can actually do something about it." I say.

"That won't happen again." Said Marcelo.

"It already happened twice. They say third times the charm. What if the third time we end up dead?" I ask.

"I told you Nayeli that won't happen." He says.

"Your father is a drug lord." I say.

"For how long could his protection protect us? Huh?" I ask.

"Umm...actually Nayeli. Turns out Juan isn't just a Drug Lord he's also like the 'Mafia King'." Says Jessie.

Are they crazy?

"Including not just the Mexican mafia ,but the Italian as well. It's international." Says Sofia.

What. The. Fuck?!?

"Do you think you'll need anymore protection Nayeli?" Asks Marcelo.

Nope. We might as well be dead.

"What? That's crazy. I need a minute to process this." I say walking away from them with gun in hand.

Marcelo follows behind me.