“I’ll teach you how to shoot it,” Kai said to me. “Head back to my place.”
“Where are you going to teach me? Don’t I need to go to a shooting range or something?” I asked, taking the last bite of the cone and wiping my fingers with a napkin. “It’s too cold to practice outside.”
“You just ate ice cream,” João said. “What do you care about the cold?”
“Do you have dry skin?” I asked him before answering the question myself. “No, you don’t, so shut your mouth. I’m not practicing anything outside.” And truthfully, I would rather not learn how to shoot a gun at all.
João was right. I would probably end up accidentally shooting myself.
“I have a range inside,” Kai said.
“You what?!” I asked, my eyes bugging out of my head.
I’d seen the weapons, but a range too? Wasn’t that the tiniest bit excessive? Hell, I was just looking for a reason or an excuse, some way to get out of this. But I didn’t have any good excuse for not wanting to practice or for still having the guns in my car.
Honestly, part of me believed that I had intentionally left them there.
Maybe … I wanted to be able to protect myself from anyone who might try to kill me.
No matter what the guys said, I was part of Poison now. I would have a target on my back for even the smallest of things. It didn’t matter who my parents were or how much money I had. Poison had enemies.
Enemies who wanted to kill me.