THE MAFIA'S PRISONER
We always do carry a gun, incase we fail during our operations.
"Not yet," he replied smoothly.
I didn't like the way he said that. Parang siguradong-sigurado siyang magbabago 'yon.
Ren turned away, picking up another gun, this time a sleek black handgun. "Pero since nandito ka na, maybe it's time you learn."
I frowned. "What?"
He tossed the gun toward me.
Mabilis ang reflexes ko, but I forced myself to hesitate before catching it, acting as if I was unfamiliar with the weight in my hands. The gun felt natural—too natural. Pero kailangan kong itago 'yon.
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