Page 45 of Their Tracked Obsession

“Steady.” Sin exhaled slowly as he placed his hand over mine, and we gripped the firearm together. “Finger on the trigger.”

“Remember. There will be a kickback after you fire off a shot,” Saint added.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Will the recoil be intense?”

“Treat every kickback as if it would be.” Saint ran his hands down to my hips, and he lightly separated my legs. “Keep your body in a stable stance, and you’ll be fine.”

Saint put on his ear protection and placed mine on me too. All the surrounding sound drowned out, and I focused on the target. I locked eyes with my main objective while Sin let go of my gun, and I remained steady. All my attention went to this exact moment.

My heart was hammering. Sweat beaded on my forehead. I held my breath and pulled the trigger.

The gunshot forced me to blink. Everything happened quickly. The recoil rippled up my arms like an aftershock, but my feet remained firm on the ground. Tingles ignited on my skin in the shot’s aftermath.

“Did I hit the target?” I exhaled, lowering my weapon into a safe position.

“Yep.” Sin beamed proudly.

“I did?” I took off the eyewear for a better view.

A direct hit. Bullseye. I’ll be damned.

“Beginner’s luck.” Sin plopped on my eye protection.

“Try again,” Saint demanded as he pressed a button and a new paper target came up.

I wiped the sweat off my brow with my forearm and got the weapon into position. Legs apart, knees bent, and feet firm. Easy. I got this.

I took a deep breath in and held it. My finger found the trigger. I waited for the paper to go motionless, and I fired.

Bang.

Saint whistled.

Another direct hit.

“No practice required.” I flashed my men a cocky grin.

Sin exclaimed in awe. “Fuck me sideways.”

“You’re a natural, darling.” Saint tapped my ass and gave my cheek a squeeze. “Come give me a kiss.”

I pushed out of reach.

“Hey. No foreplay.” I pointed a finger at him and clicked on the safety of the gun. “Safety first.”

“Smart ass.” Saint took the gun out of my hand and pulled me in close. “Always being sassy. I adore it.”

Saint planted a kiss on my lips. I giggled and pushed him away. Sin caught me in his embrace.

“Now”—Sin wrapped his arms around me—“time to put this lucky streak to the test.”

“Oh, yeah?” I caressed his forearms.

Saint took aim at the target down the laneway. Legs spread. Steady.

Saint glanced over his shoulder at me with a wink. “You’ll see.”

Bang.