Page 224 of Unravelling The Beast

Wren takes a step back as she watches me take out a large black duffel bag, just as I hear a car pull up behind us.

I sling the bag over my shoulder after closing the trunk and turn around to see Jasper stepping out of his car and Wren gasps beside me.

“Jasper?”

He closes the gap between us, and I shake his hand before patting him on the back. I stand tall and side-eye him as he smiles down at Wren before giving her a kiss on the cheek. I feel a tinge of unwanted jealousy come over me because I’m possessive as fuck, but I quickly shrug it off.

He gestures to her stomach with his hand.

“How are you doing, Wren? Congratulations, by the way!”

Her eyes swiftly swing to mine before she returns her focus to him again, a soft smile on her pretty face.

“I’m good, Jasper, and thank you.”

As I glance between them, I speak.

“Right, let's get this shit started.”

Wren’s brows furrow.

“What are we doing?”

As I turn around, I respond.

“You’ll see.”

They trail behind me until we’re entering the huge, old, abandoned building, and I walk over to an old, rusted metal table and place the bag down on it. When I unzip it, I side-eye Wren as she stands close beside me, and she lets out a gasp when she sees how filled it is with guns and targets.

I take a simple pistol out and load it with rounds before cocking it back.

“Set a couple of targets on the table, Jasp. Wren, stay with me.”

I lift up the bag and hold the gun down beside me until we’re a fair distance away from the table, with Wren closely following me. When we’re where I want to be, I toss the bag onto the floor and turn around to watch Jasper finish setting up the targets.

When he moves away and stands back, I quickly draw my gun, aim, and pull the trigger, firing bullets into each and every headshot perfectly from afar.

As I peer down at Wren when I’m finished, she drags her wide, shocked eyes from the targets to look up at me, and as she speaks, Jasper laughs while clapping his hands together.

“How the hell did you do that?”

I slowly move behind her and dip my head to respond chillingly into her ear.

“I’ve killed so many people, I’ve lost fucking count.”

I watch her close her eyes and straighten her shoulders, attempting to compose herself, and when she opens them again, I bring the gun in front of her, offering it to her.

As she just stares down at it, doing nothing, I attempt to ease her mind.

“Have you ever held one before?”

She gives a small nod before taking a long breath.

“I killed someone.”

My brows pinch in confusion before I stroll around to her front to confront her.

“What?”

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