Page 51 of Secret Bratva Baby
He chuckles, and the muscles on his stomach ripple beneath the thin fabric of his shirt.
I look away, reprimanding myself. Today is about learning to defend myself—notabout being distracted by his hotness.
“Lily is settled with Mila. We can start whenever you’re ready,” I say, raising my brows at him.
He grins. “You look cute in that matching pink gym gear.”
“Cute.” I huff in disbelief. “By the end of today, you’ll be regretting you said that. I’m notcute. I’m strong. I’m soon to be dangerous. You should watch your back, assuming I’mcute.”
He shrugs, clearly amused. “You can be cuteanddangerous, Rose. It doesn’t have to be one of the other.”
***
When he said there was a gym and a shooting range behind the mansion, I did not expect this.
This is like a state-of-the-art training facility. I can’t believe my eyes.
“Are you paying attention?” Luka huffs, standing behind me with his chest pressed against my back and his arms wrapped around me. I’m holding a Glock 19. The same type of gun I aimed at him, apparently. My arms are stretched out in front of me, and he’s trying to get my stance right.
He runs his hands over my arms, then pulls one further back. “Cup your hand under the grip, like you’re making a bowl. Yes.”
My heart is racing. He feels incredible against me. How am I supposed to focus like this?
His breath is warm against my neck when he speaks.
“Okay, now spread your legs a little.” He slips his foot between my legs and pushes my feet apart. Heat races through me. I clear my throat. Focus. Focus on the lesson.
“You want a solid foundation. The gun is going to give some kickback. It’s called recoil. It happens as soon as you pull the trigger, so you need to be ready for it.”
“Okay,” I mutter, closing one eye to stare down the sight just like he told me to, leveling the one inside the other.
“No, open both eyes. It’s better to shoot with both open. And pull your earmuffs down.” He does this for me.
He drops his arms, but doesn’t step back from me. His hands are resting on my hips.
“Now squeeze the trigger slowly as you breathe out,” he says, almost shouting to be heard.
I take a deep breath, focused, ignoring how he makes me feel.
I stare at the target in front of me.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Squeeze the trigger gentle.
Snap.
The sound makes me wince, and I squeeze both eyes shut and yelp as the force of the bullet causes my arm to jump upward.
Luka chuckles behind me. I feel it vibrating against my back. He pulls my ear muffs off one side.
“How did that feel?” he asks.
“Oh my goodness, it’s loud,” I gasp.
“Imagine how loud it is without these things on.”
