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It’s cringe-worthy to watch in real-time, leaving me to cross my arms over my chest while my eyes are looking at the targets across the field.
Noticing one fine detail.
“Bunny?” I whisper, drawing Ares and Zander’s attention to me.
“Huh? You saw a bunny?” Zander questions before looking at Ares. “You better run, Ares, or you’ll die.”
The man just rolls his eyes.
“Where’s the bunny, Defiant Canary?” he ponders.
“I wasn’t being defiant,” I offer in retaliation. “Someone didn’t have the balls to stand up to his ex again.”
“What is there to stand up to?” Domino growls lowly.
“Oh, I don’t know. Last time I checked, your name wasn’t ‘someone,’” I whisper right back, hoping our little confrontation remains among our group. Everyone else seems more distracted by Scarlett and how she has to do everything with a generous sprinkle of sex appeal to stay relevant.
Disgusting.
“You’re still mad?” Domino questions and even pinches his nose. “For fuck’s sake, Iva. You hold grudges like a damn plague.”
“If that was true, I’d never talk to you,” I argue back. “But to answer your question, I am fucking mad, and you haven’t fucking apologized to your own comrade for being such a pushover.”
“Me? A pushover?” He leans into my face, the two of us sharing a tense glare that spikes the palpable rage boiling between us. “You’re being a cocky Maiden when we’re outdoors. You should remember your role, Iva.”
“Then you should act more like a leader of the Ruthless Kings and not some submissive fucker who misses that cunt’s pussy,” I whisper so low, I’m not sure anyone else can hear what I said.
Except Zander, who just has to lose it in laughter.
“Holy fucking shit. Did she just say that?” he barks and points at Domino. “Say it again, Dolcezza. Pretty please. You can take my black AMEX card. Heck. You can be added onto my damn card at this point if you repeat that for me!”
“Zander,” Ares groans, but he’s fighting a full smile.
And Domino can see it just like I can.
“If you two pussy drunk fuckers don’t support me when I’m arguing with our Maiden, I swear to fucking God, I’ll?—”
Boom.
More than one of us flinches at the line of fire, and how I’m surprised with how swiftly Domino has me fucking behind him like a damn shield, covered in armor.
Zander and Ares are at Domino’s sides, the wall of testosterone making it impossible for me to see what’s happening until I huff and do something out of character.
Jump on Domino’s back.
“Jesus, fuck!” he hisses and realizes what I’m doing. “Iva. What the bloody fuck?”
“I can’t see if your bulky ass is blocking my view,” I grumble but pull myself right up his back until my arms are hooked around his neck. He has no choice but to comply, realizing a few students are watching us.
He mutters something in Russian, but he further lifts me up onto his back, securing my legs against him, which can barely wrap around his large torso.
My attention is stolen by the rounds of bullets that are going off, again and again—the bullets either hitting the targeted symbol of pink in the middle of the floating boards or a short miss from it.
The primary target?
A pink bunny.
That’s what caught my attention earlier because all the hanging targets, near or far, have a pink bunny at the center. It’s so odd to see the unique custom targets being used for class practice, but it makes my imagination go wild, wondering if my new ‘Bunny Stalker’ is involved in setting this up.
