"Okay but technically, I should have a gun to protect me, right?"
"For the last time, no."
"Then let me use yours!"
"No!"
"Why the hell not?"
"Because then I would be without a gun!" Marco snapped and finally turned to me, eyes ablaze and hands curled into fists. I gave him a look, silently daring him to make the wrong move because not only would he have my father to deal with, But I'd turn him inside out. He took a deep breath and shoved his hands into his pockets, turning his back to me again to walk away. "You can stay in the car if you're scared."
"I'm not scared, I just want to protect myself!" How hard was that to understand? It wasn't rocket science!
"You don't need to protect yourself because that's what those two are for," he pointed towards the two guards who were stalking behind us. "Just stay out of the way."
"What does it take to get some favors around here?" My hands flew up in an exasperated motion. What was the matter with these people?
