Ten years later...
"Do it, Will!" My thumb quivered over the trigger.
"Do it!" He commanded.
My grip loosened on the gun and I set it down. I took a deep breath, and prepared myself for the gaping ass chewing I was about to receive.
"I can't, Liam. I just can't."
He sighed in exasperation.
"Let me show you how to do it again."
"I told you, I don't want-."
The bullet flew from the pistol and shattered over the brown beer bottle, causing the glass to sprinkle in the yard. Will jumped at the sound of the gun fire.
"See. It's only practice. It's not that hard." He stuffed it back into my dominant left hand.
"What's going on?" A familiar voice asked from behind me.
"I'm trying to teach skippy here how to shoot, but he's 'too scared'." He mocked me in a babyish tone.
"Let me see it." My sister yanked it of my hands, which was already an unsafe idea.
Three glass bottles shattered on a row ontop our wooden fence.
"That's how you do it." She grinned.
"Oh, stop showing off, Nova."
She gave a cocky grin through her thin lips and shoved the gun back to me.
Liam and Nova were the dynamic duo. They were skilled shooters, fighters, and sales men. They were my father's best team. No matter how many men and women he's hired before, they've never compared to his twin dream team. So far, it had seemed like I was the disappointment. I had just turned sixteen and still couldn't handle shooting a gun.
When Nova was sixteen, she was dropping people. When Liam was sixteen, he was an incredible sales man.
And what I can do at the age sixteen? I can write a brilliant ten page essay for advanced English. But that's not what really counts in our home.
We went back inside through the back patio. Our home was very open, but nicely decorated. Since our business was the biggest in the entire city, we've became extremely wealthy within the past years.
My mother sweetly set a plate of sandwiches down for us. One side was cheese and turkey, the other peanut butter and jelly (strawberry jelly, the best kind of jelly). They were cut in half.
"Thanks mom." Liam said thorough a mouthful of thick peanut butter.
She nodded and went back into the kitchen. Then returned with tall glasses of lemonade. This time she was accompanied by my six year old brother, Jack. He was carrying a handful of napkins. He handed them to Nova. She kindly smiled at the wrinkled napkins.
"Thank you, Jack." She accepted.
"Mom, can you believe it, Will won't shoot a gun." Liam laughed while eating his second PB&J.
"I'm sure he'll learn at his own speed. Don't feel any pressure because of them, Will. These two were practically born with guns in hand."
"Guns?" Jack said, making a gun shape with his fingers.
"I wanna shoot a gun."
"Guns? No, we meant.. Er.. Gummy bears.. Yeah. Do you want a couple gummy bears?"
His eyes widened and he nodded. She usually protested sweets before lunch and dinner, but she reserved it for times like this. She was trying to protect his innocence for as long as she could.
She dropped a couple gummy bears in his tiny hands, to which he did a little happy dance to. He shoved both of them in his mouth (still dancing, I might add).
"Now, why don't you go play with your toy cars?" She knelt down to his level. He responded with vigorously nodding his head then running back into the living room, where his toys sprawled out through the room.
"Nice save, mom." Nova said, peeling the crust off her sandwich.
"Thanks." She took a deep breath in relief.
"Your father wants to meet with you three when he gets home. It's apparently very important."
My stomach dropped on her words, so did my sandwich.
"Aw, mom. I'm supposed to see Minga tonight."
"I'm sorry, Liam. Maybe you can see her after. It shouldn't take too long. Are you done with your plates?"
My mother was the nicest person you could meet. She had a gentle face, with soft eyes. She had little bags under her eyes from her recent lac of sleep. She kept in good shape, throughout the span of pushing out four kids.
She was too good for this life. She didn't deserve to be in the middle of all this drug business. I bet if she had never met my father, she would've been a teacher, nurse, or a social worker. She always loved children, and she always wanted to help people. Satisfying their need for drugs was not her idea of helping them.
Nova and Liam forced me into the back yard after lunch and attempted for hours to get me to shoot a gun. It was repetitive and embarrassing. I didn't want to shoot a gun. I wasn't made for this.
"I can't. I just can't. I'm not cut out for this."
"Will, were trying to help you. Now remember, if you are held at gunpoint, what's the phrase you say?" Nova quizzed.
"Windy City, I know."
"Yeah, and we'll have to save your ass since your too scared to use a gun. Yet again."
After a few more attempts, they gave up.
"Pussy." Liam walked past me, shoving me into the cold ground.
I pushed myself back up and laid in the dead leaves. Why was I so weak?
Father came late, after dinner that night. We were surrounded in the living room. Mom was playing with Jack, Nova was flipping through a magazine, and Liam was watching TV.
The door in the entry way swung open, mom told Jack to stay there, and she rushed over to her husband.
"Kids. My office. Now." He took off his jacket.
Without having to be told twice, Nova and Liam jumped to their feet and followed.
"Maybe next time." Liam snickered as he walked past me, stiffening his shoulder and slamming into me.
"You too, Will." He said, without turning.
Me? Why me?
Nova and Liam looked back at me. My eyes widened.
"Now." He reminded me.
I leapt off the couch and followed in his personal line of soldiers. We went up the stairway to the second floor. The room on the end, his office.
I hadn't been in there since I was a young child and snuck in late one night. It was dark so I only saw glances, and he found me not long after.
My stomach turned. What could he possibly want with me?
He typed several numbers on the small keypad by the door handle. It ranged from one to nine. His fingers danced along the small buttons. There was a click and the door opened. Once we were all in, he shut the door behind us.
"Now kids, this is top secret. No one must know. You understand?"
A/N: Thanks so much for reading! The POV will be Will until it says it's changed.
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