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Dawson doesn’t hesitate as he swings his leg over his Ducati as we rush out into the carpark. The bike roars to life and if I wasn’t in such a rush, I would take time to appreciate it a little bit more.

I swing my leg over the back of the bike, threading my hands around his waist. His chest is naked still so I can feel the way his skin prickles as my hands graze over his stomach. He takes off, making me tighten his arms around his waist. I feel the vibrations of his chuckle as he takes off out of the car park.

It only takes a few minutes before we are pulling up in front of the clubhouse. I throw myself off the bike but pause, leaning down and kissing Dawson’s cheek.

“Thanks, Daws.”

His cheeks heat as I turn around and run towards the building. I only hear the roar of Dawson’s bike taking off once I get inside the building.

I rush towards the training room, a few of the older guy’s eyes widening as I rush past them. I smack the doors, throwing my bag off to the side as I take the last couple of steps towards the range.

Opening the door, I see Wyatt leaning against the wall with his phone in his hands, starling when he sees me barge my way in.

“I’m so sorry, Wyatt. I got caught up with the guys and my phone was on silent.”

He smiles as I pant, trying to catch my breath. “It's okay, Scar. We aren’t in any rush.”

I breathe out a sigh, thankful for his understanding in my tardiness.

“Okay, where do we start?” I ask, clapping my hands together.

Wyatt walks over to a table, grabbing a pair of earmuffs off a table and handing them to me.

“First, we are going to start with loading and unloading a gun. You need to know your way around a gun before you can shoot it.”

I nod in agreement. Makes perfect sense to me.

Wyatt runs me through loading and unloading the handgun. I nod along with his teachings, playing close attention to his movements. I ask a few questions along the way. Wyatt is a good teacher. He’s patient and doesn’t make me feel like a complete idiot.

When it's my turn to load the gun, I fumble a little bit. The gun in my hand feels strange. I don’t expect it to be as light as it is for something so powerful.

Once I’ve got it loaded, Wyatt asks me to unload it. I don’t find it as difficult to unload which I take as a win. Sighing a breath of relief at the approving nod Wyatt gives me.

“Good job, Scar,” He smiles, “Now, I want you to reload the gun but this time you are going to actually shoot it.”

My eyes widen and he laughs, “Don’t stress. I will be right here with you. But from what I’ve seen so far, you will have no issues. This is only a .22 so it doesn’t have any kick. It's a really good starter gun.”

I nod as I pick it back up and reload it. Wyatt hands me a clip and shows me how to load a few bullets in before telling me to load the rest. They are a bit fidgety and we laugh as I struggle to get the first few in.

“I did the same thing the first few times I had to load clips. Mr Green made me sit in here and load and unload until I didn’t fumble anymore.”

I pause, looking up at Wyatt with a suspicious look. If this guy thinks I’ll be sitting in here loading and unloading clips, he’s got another thing coming.

He shakes his head, “Don’t worry, I’m not that insane. But I do recommend coming down here as much as you can and practising loading, unloading and shooting. We have another range that Dacrewill most likely take you where we handle the bigger guns. It's good to practise real life scenarios where we may end up in a gun fight and you need to access your weapon quickly to take down the enemy.”

“Shit,” I choke, “all of this is so far from my life back in Australia. It's hard to believe this is reality and not some kind of joke.”

Wyatt chuckles as he leans against the booth of the range he has me set up in. “I sometimes feel like that too. But after your first mission out, it all very quickly becomes real. The things that we see, the things we have to do aren’t for the faint hearted…” He trails off and I see the demons come to life in his eyes. I put my hand on his arm, squeezing and letting him know I’m here. He looks up, giving me a small smile as he puts his hand over mine.

“It's worth it though.”

I nod, agreeing with him. Even though I haven’t been exposed to the carnage yet, I know it will be.

“I think you are going to shake things up here for us, Scarlett.”

I scoff, dropping my hand from his arm, “You say that like it's a bad thing, Wyatt.”

He shakes his head, “Not at all. Your Dad was the first person to make big changes around here. But under your ruling, I know that you are going to make your own. I can’t wait to see what you can do.”

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