Mia smiled at Jean-Pierre and giggled a little. She looked at both the boys, trying to determine which one she trusted more. It was a difficult choice as both were very attractive and they had done little to cause her any distrust. Jean-Pierre was sarcastic and she loved that in a person. It wasn't often you found someone with a sense of humor in her small Mexican village. She held the pistol up, ready to shoot anything that moved. She may not be a fan of violence but she was certainly trained with a gun. Her father was a drug lord after all.