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โFine, asshole.
Iโll get it myself.โ
[Daniel challenged, cocking the weapon as two digits rested on the trigger. Sean was usually the one to handle this role during their robberies, so the younger Wolf Brother was . . a bit hesitant.]
โWhere is it?โ
โNot a kid, huh?โ
Frank clicked his tongue in response as he looked from top to bottom, examining the teen in front of him. He couldn't help, but let out a chuckle.
โLook, I ain't gonna give you shit or tell you how much I have.โ
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โIโm not a *๐ ๐๐.โ
[The Latino teen growled in response, only one hand equipping the firearm while the other remained at his side curled into a fist.]
โHow much do you have on you? One wrong move and youโre a dead man.โ
โCareful, kid. You know you aren't supposed to be waving that thing around.โ
Already with his hands up, Frank just stared at the kid with a smug on his face. He wasn't scared from the fact that he had been held gunpoint before.
โDo you even know how to use it?โ