The warm afternoon sun fell over the front of the mansion as we stepped outside, Julian walking alongside us. Lucas had spent the last hour speaking to him about the things he wanted, going over plans and casually mentioning Julian should stop by sometime for a drink. The man agreed with a smile, and I could sense a mutual respect between the two men despite Lucas's usual aloof demeanor, or the fact that he was a Don.
In my hands, I held a small box. Inside it was a gun—a Glock 17. The kind of gun I’d seen in movies but never imagined I’d actually hold, let alone own. I felt like I wasn't the one holding the gun or maybe it was just my nerves. How was I supposed to wield this thing? Could I even pull the trigger if I needed to? I looked down at the box as we moved toward the cars parked i
