I walk to the back doors.
"Hey, let's go." I yell at Adam, and he walks up to me.
"Well, I didn’t hear yelling or gunfire, so I'm guessing it went good?" He asks me. I laugh.
"Yeah, it went good. She's joining us to try on my dress. Let's get going." I say to him.
Walking to the front door, We walk outside to get back on my bike and wait on my mom. I still have my jacket off so you can see my gun and knives that I'm carrying and there are a few neighbors outside. Adam steps up to me next to my bike.
"You may want to hide those." He whispers, I chuckle.
"Let them look, I don't care, they need to get used to it. If my mother decides to stay living here with bodyguards they will always be armed." I say to him. My mom then walks outside.
"Ready to go, mom?" I yell at her.
"Sweety, I'll
