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Nobody. I just thought it might be fun to go and shoot a few rounds at the range, get a feel for it
Pipes, one of the Rebels, is in charge of running the NOLA Rebels Gun Range. They got a big deal with the NOPD to use the facility to train, and that was before Cale Callaghan left the force.
Still, civilians can still go in and use it as well. I know if I ask Amber, she’ll worry and think I’ve gone insane.
Luna
Okay, but if someone pissed you off, you can always try chocolate, I find that helps
I take a breath. I’ve grown close to most of the girls in the club, but Luna has been especially kind.
Me
Steven could be getting out
Luna
Oh my god, what the fuck?
Me
I know. I just found out
Luna
Does Cash know?
Me
Yes, he knows. But — I don’t feel safe, even with the club behind me
Luna
I’m not sure the range is the answer to your problems, but we can check it out
Me
Thank you
Luna
Why don’t I meet you there in an hour? I’m still at Faux Paws
Faux Paws is the animal shelter Luna runs. I glance at my watch. That would actually be perfect because Olive has soccer practice, and I can collect her after that.
Me
Sounds perfect
I take a breath. Unsure that I even want to hold a gun, but at least this way I’ll be able to get a feel for it and see if it’s something I could do.
See, this is stepping out of my comfort zone. It’s not like I woke up today and thought about shooting a gun, but desperate times may call for desperate measures. I’m not a fighter. I’ve never taken any self-defense classes… Speaking of which, I pull my phone out and Google it.
I know Bella sometimes runs classes at her studio downtown, so I could text her and ask when the next one is. I need to be better prepared.
I need to be ready this time. I can’t rely on my cousin to bail me out, she has her own life to lead. Part of being a responsible parent is making sure that I can defend myself and my child. Funny how I didn’t even think about these drastic measures until I found outhehas a hearing.
I won’t be intimidated by him, not anymore. He used to send me letters. Lots of letters begging me to forgive him. And while I tried my best to understand that Steven was manipulative, he still knew right from wrong. He still painted himself as some damn saint who was rescuing us all from a life of sin. We thought we were serving God, but we were just there as a ruse for their agenda. I vowed when I left that place I would never be manipulated ever again. I’d never let anyone coerce me into anything.
