Page 13 of Foxy Filthy Omega

I’ve never seen an alpha as chill as him outside of the military or my father’s agents.

Placing my thumb to the other case, I waited until it unlocked before pushing it toward him. “Get this one ready too.”

He did so without question, lining it up perfectly for the most efficient loading system.

I was impressed despite myself.

“Good.” I stepped to the side and waved to the gun range. “Now show me your skills.”

Soren slid his coat off and I froze when I saw how tight his black shirt was. It was practically painted on and showed off every single muscle this guy had. The leather harness he wore over it accentuated those muscles even more, hugging his pecs in a way that made them stick out.

He loaded up the harness with the guns and the ammunition before stepping up to the line.

Getting distracted like this was a bad sign.

I blinked, forcing myself to look away from his broad back so I could try to remember what the fuck we were even doing here.

Soren glanced back at me, hesitating slightly.

I raised an eyebrow, surprised that he was capable of looking so uncertain.

“Would you like me to start?” he asked. “Or should I wait for your signal?”

Wow. What a good boy.

I cleared my throat and jerked my chin toward the target. “Whenever you’re ready is fine.”

He turned back and paused for just a second before his entire demeanor changed.

Stepping to the side to get a better look at his face, I watched as something in his eyes shifted, changing his body language from a cute nerd to a predator in an instant.

I held my breath, waiting to see what would happen when he finally pulled out his weapon.

The gun was in his hand before I could blink and he unloaded the clip in rapid-fire shots. They were rhythmic and hit the same spot every time. Once he was out of ammo, he dropped the magazine and loaded another with blinding speed.

His second round, he chose the heart instead of the head.

When he got to the third round, he hit every single weak point in the body while ensuring the target wouldn’t die in the process.

Then he did the exact same thing with the other gun, showing no issues with the change in sight or weight.

Once he was done, he checked both guns, put the safety on them, and then placed them back in their cases before grabbing the discarded magazines.

I watched him, keeping my expression as neutral as possible.

His quiet competence was very…reassuring. I could feel the tightness in my shoulders start to ease and that made me feel weirdly anxious.

Not to mention I couldn’t stop staring at his side profile.

Soren Hart wasn’t just gorgeous, he was also insanely proficient and his skill far exceeded my expectations.

It made me feel weird.

“Clean up the bullet casings too,” I reminded him.

Shoving down everything else, I forced myself to focus on the job. I couldn’t think about anything else.

Because if I did…

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