A Kingpin Love Affair: The Complete series(24)

“Really? That’s pretty cool. I didn’t know that agents could build their own shooting ranges. I mean, it’s not like I know a lot of things, but...” God, I sounded so f*cking stupid. Jared said nothing, his eyes still glued on the gun he had plucked off the table as I trailed off.

“Let’s try this one out. It’s small, lightweight, and its accuracy is right on when it comes to hitting its target.” With the gun still in his hand, he guided me over to something that looked like a booth. Setting the gun down, he grabbed a pair of earmuffs and what looked like goggles for your eyes, placing them down in front of us.

“Is this going to be hard to shoot?” I asked as my face scrunched up in confusion. I hadn’t a clue what I was doing and I hated it. I hated the unknown because it reminded me of the past, of the fact that at one point in time, I didn’t know where I would end up.

“No, it’s pretty easy. The black part right here…” He pointed toward the part of the gun that he held against his palm, “holds your ammunition. It’s called a magazine.” With the flick of his finger, he discharged what he called the magazine, causing some of the ammunition to release from the bottom.

Then as fast as he had discharged it, he slipped it back in, a loud click filling the room. From there, he showed me the components of the gun, how to check if it’s loaded, and how to turn the safety on and off. I could feel the sweat on my palms as he placed the goggles on my head and the earmuffs onto my ears, leaving one ear slightly uncovered. My stomach filled with butterflies instantly as he placed me in front of him.

Taking my hand, he placed it against the gun forcing me to grip it, his hand covering my own. I could feel my heartbeat pulsing as his body became flush with mine.

“Safety off.” Jared’s voice came out calm yet strong and with the flick of my finger, the safety came off. My arms wobbled nervously as I stared at the target against the wall. Would I even hit it? Was there really a reason to learn how to shoot a gun? When would I ever shoot someone? Questions filled my head, spiking my nervousness.

I can’t do this I told myself, my palms still sweating profusely almost causing me to lose my grip.

“Aim,” he whispered in my ear. We were so close it was as if we were no longer two bodies but one as I could feel his pulse through his shirt.

“Breathe.” I could feel my vision blurring, my breaths coming in as heavy pants. “Breathe slowly and shoot,” I could hear him say to me, and when my breaths finally evened out, his finger pressed against my own gently on the trigger.

“Fire steady.” With stealth and precision, he forced my finger against the trigger. A loud muffled bang echoed around me vibrating through my body and filling the room. My breathing was harsh as the bullet left the barrel, flying toward the target on the other side of the room. My arms were shaking like a leaf in the wind as I watched the bullet penetrate the paper.

We continued to stay standing as we were, and for what reasons, I didn’t understand. All I knew was when the bullet came out of the barrel I had felt something take over. I felt like the control was in my hands, as if I controlled my life.

“Thank you,” I whispered unto him and it was true, I was more than thankful.

For the first time in my life, I was grateful for a gun, for protection, but most of all, for Jared.





Chapter Twelve


“Sir,” Antonio’s annoying voice sounded in my ears. I lifted my eyes to his face. I clenched my fists together telling myself it would do me no good to beat his head against the side of the car. Antonio was my nephew. I took him in as a child, teaching him everything he needed to know about the family business.

“What?” I simply stated my tone snide. It had been days since we had any contact with the sellers. I was furious they hadn’t fought harder against the FBI. Instead, they allowed her to get away, knowing I had paid a quarter of a million to get her. Not knowing where she was at was driving me insane. She could be anywhere, with anyone. She didn’t belong to them. She belonged to me.

“Adam thinks he may have confirmation of a location.” I wanted to growl, punch something, even spill blood if need be. He thinks? He better hope it’s not just an assumption. Adam was my undercover spy, the man who could slip under the radar without being noticed by anyone.

“Does he now? Tell him to call me. I need to talk to him about said confirmation and be sure to warn him for me. If he is wrong, I will be forced to remove another finger from his hand.” I kept my voice cool. I refused to let the men that worked for me know the waiting game was getting the best of me.

But she is yours.

Those words ran through my mind daily, over and over again reminding me once again something promised to me had slipped right through my fingers.

“Will do, sir,” was Antonio’s response.

I shifted my attention to the men around me. They were getting ready to go out and do another manhunt for the girl. They all knew better than to question me about anything, let alone what the girl’s worth was to me. I had all my best men on this, looking for what was mine, and they wouldn’t sleep until I knew where she laid her head at night.

“It’s been weeks since I had a taste of good *. Monroe County ain’t got shit for women.” Oliver spoke to Stephen as if he were annoyed that he had to be here as if it was my fault he hadn’t found any prime *. I should’ve known when I took these two men on they would be nothing but trouble. Back home in Russia they were notorious bad boys.