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My seething gaze lands on her momentarily. Noticing the smug smile on her face as she purposely plays with her hair to draw her posse of men back to her. That was one of the things she couldn’t leave behind.
That Puck Bunny behavior of hers.
She thrives on the attention.
Needs a group of men who are infatuated by her mere existence for her to feel worthy of doing ABCD. Adding the fact the Barbieri Empire has grown in assets and alliances, she’s on Cloud 9, thinking she’s the real shit at Leighton Royals University.
Trying to taunt me to come back to her.
We broke up for a number of reasons that I can’t even fucking remember, but I know Zander was one of the main reasons, despite his desire not to interfere with the bitch.
Why? What was the reasoning again?
The sound of the first bullet goes off, making us turn our attention to Iva as she begins the challenge that captures not only our attention but the other class that’s coming our way to see the theatrics.
And what a fucking show.
My eyes grow wider, and I don’t realize my jaw is completely slack. Nothing can steal my attention now, as I’m completely captivated by Iva as she begins to move.
Like a fucking cheetah.
Our warm-up track runs have to be nothing but a bore to her because now she’s running so fast, she could easily be a blur of speed if she ran any faster. All you can see is her body in the white and black attire, her ponytail swaying swiftly with every movement as she aims for a second, fires, and is already onto the next target.
The craziest part of it all is she’s hitting every single center target—the pink bunny that ends up with a bullet hole in the center of its forehead.
Again and again, no matter if the target is but a standstill or is moving swiftly.
At one point, Iva not only aims for the target, but she uses one of the tables to aid her flight into the air, her body soaring as she aims for three targets that are moving along a string.
Three bullets release, and they all reach their designated centers, just in time for her to land on the grass, roll, and get back to finding her next target, which appears like a swing from the ground. There are only two targets left, and she’s already taken one down that comes out from the ground.
Leaving one left.
We’re all waiting in suspense, just like Iva, to the point that Jeremy seems to think the challenge is over.
“Well, fucking show off,” he begins and takes three steps forward.
“Jeremy. Hold—” Coach Hennessey tries to warn him, but the moment he takes his fourth step, a board shoots out in front of him.
No one can even gasp as Iva not only spins around but has her eyes set on the target that’s in front of Jeremy.
And fires.
I’ve never heard a man scream like a fucking girl, but there’s a first time for everything when Iva is involved because Jeremy is crouching on the floor as three solid bullets go flying right through the board and to the field.
Anyone near is crouching down with their arms on their head, but Iva is already walking to the final target until she’s crouched down to the same level as Jeremey.
Placing the barrel of the gun to the side of his head.
No one moves.
No one fucking breathes.
All eyes are glued on the woman in question, and there’s that darned look.
The one that haunts my dreams from the dinner table as she scanned the room, getting every person’s face who dare watched how I humiliated her.
That death stare.
