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I pull the trigger, better prepared for the recoil this time. A dark hole appears next to one of the outer rings of the target.
“I hit it!”
Logan’s grip shifts, turning my body a little. “Your aim was high, the trajectory off by thirty-seven degrees.”
Dante laughs. “Good enough to wing the fucker.”
The targets are shaped like concentric circles instead of the outline of a body, but I think he’s right.
“You’ve got seven in the clip, princess. Lay ’em down. The only way to learn the gun is to use it.”
Logan clicks his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head as he moves away from me. “The muscle memory you need will develop by repeating precise techniques, with careful deliberation. Once you pull the hammer back to ninety percent—”
I lower the gun. “To what?”
Logan takes it from me and shows me what he means. “Once it’s here, pause. Breathe out. Sight down the barrel...”
He fires, hitting the center of the target, then hands it back to me.
Dante grins. “Nah, just trust yourself, princess. We’ve got plenty of rounds. Go for it.”
“Practice precision and control,” Logan counters from my other side, crossing his arms over his chest. “Lay a good foundation.”
They start to bicker, and I tune it out, lining up the gun and imagining Austin McKenna’s smirking face in the center of the target. I pull the trigger again.
“Not bad,” Dante says, his breath ghosting over the back of my neck. “Logan’s right about balancing your stance if you can, though.” He presses up against me, nestling my ass against his groin as he holds me steady. “Now let’s try it again, like this.”
He stays there while I shoot through the entire clip, the rush of release each time I fire something I think I could get addicted to. But when Logan takes Dante’s place behind me for the next few rounds, it’s another kind of release I start to crave.
My nipples ache, pebbled against the lacy bra that contains them, and when Logan moves my body into a subtly different position, taking charge of it in a way that echoes the way he took me apart in the bedroom, my pussy floods with heat.
“Slow your breath. Slow your pulse,” Logan murmurs, the heat of him seeping into me from behind as I imagine what it would be like if I lowered the gun so Dante could come around to my front. Take my mouth. Pin me between the two of them while we all chased a different kind of release.
I’m a heartbeat away from suggesting it when Logan’s front pocket lets out a shrill ring, the vibration shuddering through me as his phone goes off with a ringtone I already know means it’s Maddoc calling.
Logan immediately drops his hands and steps away, pulling out his phone to take it. He doesn’t bother with a greeting, and I can just make out the faint rumble of Maddoc’s voice as Logan’s eyes lock onto mine.
“Give me the gun, princess,” Dante says grimly, taking it from me and quickly emptying it of bullets.
“We’re on our way,” Logan says into the phone after a moment, ending the call and pocketing his phone. “Chloe’s been spotted.”
“What?” I gasp, my heart jackrabbiting as my hands start to shake.
Dante quickly finishes dealing with the gun as I rip off my safety gear and toss it at a man Logan signaled to come take care of it for us.
“One of our street informants saw someone who matches her description,” Logan tells us as Dante takes my hand and we all hurry out to the Escalade. “Maddoc is headed to the spot she was seen now. I’ll drive. Keys?”
He holds out a hand and Dante snorts, his grip tightening on my hand. “I got it, brother.”
Logan shakes his head, and something passes between them that I don’t have it in me to wonder about.
After only a brief hesitation, Dante tosses him the keys after all. He ushers me into the front seat and gets busy tapping away on his phone in the back as Logan peels out of the parking lot, the big vehicle taking the turn onto the main road faster than I would have thought possible for something that size.
I still want to go faster, and I have to sit on my hands to stop the shakes. I’m terrified that this will just turn out to be another false lead, or that we’ll be too late… but I’m something else too.
With these men by my side and the Reapers pouring everything they have into helping me find my sister, with my frustration burned off on the gun range and the solid wall of their support thrumming in the air between us, for the first time in longer than I can remember, I’mhopeful. Chloe’s out there, and we’re going to find her.
I’m going to get my sister back.
