Nariah POV
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"Gotdamn, Rian," Cold said. "Can you f*****g see?" He asked. "The f*****g target is way over there. So tell me why the f**k you shooting way over here." Cold said. Cold was irritated af. Rian groaned.
"Man, I'm trying," He said. I shook my head.
"Well try f*****g harder," Cold said.
If y'all don't know by now, we are in the back yard, trying to teach Rian how to shoot a gun. And might I add, he's f*****g horrible, but I see the potential.
And for y'all who are saying, "He's 13. He doesn't need to know how to shoot a gun." Shut the f**k up. He's the brother of an assassin, brother in law of a drug lord, cousin and nephew of drug lords. So he needs to know how to shoot a gun. He actually should've been known how to shoot a gun.
"Riah, can you help me cause all this nigga
