Page 172 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
“Have you ever shot a gun before?”
Grace shakes her head.
“And you want to learn how, now?”
“If I’m stuck here, I might as well learn some of your skills,” she bites back, placing her hands on her hips. She’s in a white t-shirt pulled tightly across her breasts and black leggings. The material is molded to her body so every curve, every dip, is accentuated.
“Should I be concerned that I might end up with a bullet in my back?”
Grace’s eyes narrow on me. “Guess you’re gonna have to trust me.”
She’s still frosty, but at least she wants to spend some time with me even if it is because she’s thinking about shooting me.
“Did you do all that?” she asks, pointing to the targets.
The bullseye on every single one has been obliterated. “Yes.”
“Impressive.”
And like the sucker I am, my chest puffs out like a preening peacock over her compliment.
“Guess you would have to be, otherwise, you’d be dead.”
And just like that, the air is sucked out of me and my chest deflates.
Right, well, maybe a walk to the armory would be the best bet. “Follow me,” I tell her as we make our way past the lanes of targets. I wave my hand across the door, and it opens.
“How did you do that?”
“I have a chip in my hand. It unlocks certain things in my home.”
Her eyes widen. “You can do that?”
I nod and hold out my hand for her, showing the tiny lump near my thumb. Her finger runs along it which makes my cock twitch.Down, boy, now is not the time.
“Did it hurt?”
I shake my head.
“That’s some Jason Bourne kind of shit.” She giggles and the sound warms me. I haven’t heard it in such a long time. I miss her laughter.
We head on through another locked door which opens into my weapons room.
“Holy shit.” She gasps, staring at the vast array of weapons before her. “This is all yours?”
“Perks of the job.” I grin morbidly at her, forgetting that not everyone is excited by weapons and killing bad guys like I am.Tone your psycho-ness down, Maxim.
“And you know how to use every single one of these?” she asks.
“I do.”
She nods as she takes in the firepower. “Would I be able to try those one day?” she asks, pointing to the automatic rifles.
“One day, yeah.”
Another smile falls over Grace’s lips. Who knew getting her to the shooting range would help her mood?
“What gun do you think would be good for me?”
