Ava
I nodded at Enzo’s words. I ran towards my desk and slammed my fist against the top. A secret compartment opened on the side, showing my arsenal. I took one of my father’s favorite back in the day, a Smith & Wesson, Model 19. A Classic.
This beauty was passed down to me and now it was my own baby. I also grabbed a 1928 Tommy Gun and handed it to Enzo. I always knew he could handle the big guns. He grabbed it as he was studying my expression.
“You’re scared,” he said as a matter of fact.
“I am scared the hell out of my mind” I replied, as I was putting bullets on my gun “but I have to go out there and defend my men”
Dad knew what he had to do. He might have retired from the Mafia world, but his protection instincts were still there. Since I never allowe
