For the next couple of days, Billy coached me on what I needed to. He even took me to a shooting range, explaining to me how to use a gun and how to break and enter without being seen. It was scary at first, but we had fun playing the bad guys. Billy tried his utmost to make me feel comfortable. He was way too smart as well because every time he came over, he will always show me a threatening text from his sugar momma or play an audio of the things she would say about me. All of that made me angry and fired up to pursue with the plan. There were however, times when I wanted out of the situation, but Billy always outsmarted me. He’d alway
