Page 52 of Secret Bratva Baby
“I’m ready to try again,” I nod, excited by the thrill of it.
He repositions my earmuffs, and his hands return to my hips.
I have no idea where the first bullet went in range of the target, because I had my damn eyes closed—but this time I’m more prepared.
I squeeze the trigger. A loud explosion pulses through the air. The gun arches against my grip, but I don’t allow it to throw my arm so far backwards this time.
I stare at the target. It all happened so fast, I still have no idea where the bullet went, even though I kept my eyes open.
I set the gun down on the little table, barrel pointing away from us, just like he told me in the safety briefing.
Lifting the earmuffs off, I turn to face Luka, who is grinning like a madman. “Are you sure you’ve never shot before?” he asks, his face so close to mine I could kiss him easily.
He turns me to face the target again, leaning over me to point. My eyes follow the path of his outstretched arm. “Right there, just below the red area.”
“I shot him in the balls?” I blurt out, then crack up laughing.
“Hey, that’s definitely going to take him down—I guarantee it.”
We’re laughing so hard I have to wipe tears from my eyes.
“Alright, let’s focus,” he says, wiping his hands over his face to try and pull himself together. His smile is so sexy. Those dimples nestle against his cheek, the dark layer of stubble across his face, neatly shaped at the edges. He’s gorgeous, and he’s driving me crazy.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I smile, turning away from him to pick the gun up again.
After an hour of shooting, I smell of gun powder and faintly of him, after having him so close to me. We are walking towards the gym after splashing some cold water on my face and taking a five-minute break for cool drinks and a stretch.
I have no idea what to expect.
“We’ll do about an hour and a half of training. Then we can go find something to eat. Are you okay with that?” he asks, pressing his hand into my lower back as he ushers me into the gym.
“Sounds good,” I nod.
“You aren’t hungry already, are you?” he asks, his brows furrowed.
I am hungry, but not for food.
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“Okay, stand in the center of that mat. We’ll start with practicing some basic movements, which I’ll show you how to incorporate into a defense when I try to grab you.”
Maybe I don’t want to defend myself if he grabs me.
I hide my smile and push the thought from my mind.
Luka is patient, even when I can’t get the moves right. He’s calm and gentle and goes over each one with me, again and again.
For the fiftieth time, he grabs me from behind, and again, I can’t get away.
Frustration is distracting me.
He’s distracting me.
My own failure is starting to get to me more than I want to admit.
“Hey, what’s wrong? You’re doing great,” he says, noticing my loud huffs.
“I suck at this. I don’t stand a chance against you. You’re double my size, way, way stronger than me—what’s the point?” I pout like a child.
