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IMANI
Kai was a sadist.
That was the only conclusion I had thought up with all this evidence. First, he was the quiet type, the type nobody would suspect had tons upon tons of loaded guns and sharp weapons in his house. Now, I’d found out that he had a fucking shooting range that he had been hiding all this time.
Not only that, but he also had some targets that he took off the walls where all the bullet holes were right in the damn center. A perfect fucking shot. It was … terrifying, to say the absolute least. But something about him was …
I glanced over at him as he loaded one of the guns from my car and gnawed on the inside of my lips. Something about him was irresistible. On the outside, he was quiet and caring. But deep down, something sinister lurked.
“Take the gun and aim at the target,” he said, walking over to me.
Landon and João stood on the other side of the room, big arms crossed over their chest, both watching me intensely. This was what I had wanted for such a long time, and I was finally getting it, so why the hell was I so … nervous?
João gave me that look that told me he didn’t think I would be able to do it. So, to spite him, I grabbed the gun from Kai’s hand and held it in my hand the way that I had the other night.
After swallowing hard, I stepped toward the target and aimed the gun, tilting my head down slightly to line up the sight with the middle circle—whatever it was called. My finger hovered over the trigger, but my hand started to shake.
I had never shot a gun before. Hell, I’d barely hurt anyone before.
How could I shoot someone even if I needed to protect myself? How could I potentially end someone’s life? Once I did, they would never take another breath, never live another moment, never make another memory.
“Some people don’t deserve to make another memory,” Kai said.
And I realized that I had been talking out loud, expressing all my fears to the three baddest and most cutthroat thugs in all of Redwood, baring my soul like I had been begging them to do for so long.
“If you don’t know how to protect yourself, then you won’t be making any more memories,” Kai said, stepping closer to me and eyeing the gun. “Now, aim and shoot, Imani. Don’t think about it.”
My heart raced. “I …” I swallowed hard again. “I don’t think I can.”
Instead of rolling his eyes like João did—which I returned with a glare—Kai moved closer to help me. He placed one hand on my hip to steady me. I inhaled sharply, the feel of his fingers stretched across the front of my stomach making me tingle in places it really shouldn’t while I held a weapon that could kill.
“Relax,” he murmured into my ear.
After I blew out an unsteady breath, Kai grasped my other hip and stepped closer to me, the front of his pants rubbing against the back of mine, his bulge right between my jean-covered asscheeks, his warm breath fanning my neck.
“I said to relax,” he whispered, voice gruff.
“I can’t,” I admitted, swallowing and tightening my grasp on the gun. “Not with you behind me like this.”
From my hip to my waist, around my breast and down my arm, one hand traveled up the side of my body slowly. I stared at the target and took another breath, heart pounding inside my chest quickly. He moved my arm up slightly to aim the gun more accurately, then placed his pointer finger over mine.
“Are you ready?” he asked me, fingers strumming against my hips.
“No,” I whispered.
“Three.”
“Kai, I don’t know if—”
“Two.”
“But I can’t—”
“One.”
Before I could finish my sentence, he pulled our fingers back on the trigger. I squeezed my eyes closed. The bullet shot one way, and I flew back against Kai in the other direction, my back against his taut chest and his arms wrapped tightly around me so I wouldn’t fall to the ground.
“Damn, Imani,” João said. “It has a recoil, but not that bad.”
