Page 115 of Undisputed Chaos
Oh, this should be good.
We moved to the shooting gallery, where a man with gold teeth and suspicious stains on his shirt was running his mouth about impossible shots and guaranteed prizes.
He took one look at Estelle's frame and practically started counting his money.
"Step right up, little lady! Three shots for five dollars, knock down all the bottles and win the big prize!"
Estelle smiled sweetly, the expression that usually preceded someone having a very bad day. "What's the biggest prize you have?"
He gestured to a massive stuffed dragon hanging from the ceiling, easily four feet tall and probably worth more than his monthly take.
"That beauty right there, but I gotta warn you, it’s all about technique?—”
"I'll take it," Jax interrupted, sliding a fifty, probably the smallest bill the man had in his wallet, across the counter. "Give her the rifle."
The man’s grin faltered slightly as he handed over the weapon. Estelle took it with the easy confidence of someone who'd spent hours at the range, her stance shifting perfectly.
Jax taught her well.
The first shot rang out, and the top bottle exploded into pieces. The second followed a split second later, taking out the middle. The third shot was pure artistry—a ricochet that knocked down the final bottle.
But the whole time, I was watching Isla. She was entranced, watching Star handle the weapon and prove the man wrong so fully.
The crowd that had gathered erupted in cheers, and the vendor’s face went through several interesting color changes before settling on a sickly green.
"Holy shit," someone breathed. "Did you see that?"
The man fumbled with the massive stuffed animal and Jax’s change, muttering what sounded like curses in several languages.
I caught "fucking hustlers" and something that was probably anatomically impossible.
"Problem?" Connor asked pleasantly, stepping into the man’s line of sight. The guy took one look at six-foot-five of controlled violence and suddenly became very cooperative.
Jax accepted the dragon with exaggerated ceremony, presenting it to Estelle like he was crowning a queen. "Your spoils of war, my lady."
She laughed, rising on her toes to kiss his cheek. "Show off."
"You're one to talk," Sierra grinned. "That was incredible!"
Isla was staring at Estelle with undisguised admiration. "Where did you learn to shoot like that?"
"Jax," Estelle replied simply, tucking herself back under his arm. "He insisted I learned to protect myself."
Of course he did. We all did.
It was part of loving women like ours—making sure they could handle themselves when we weren't there.
Not that we planned on being anywhere else, but life had a way of throwing curveballs, and we'd be damned if our girls paid the price of our enemies.
Once we placed the dragon safely in Jax’s Bentley, I grinned at the girls.
"Your chariot awaits," I announced, gesturing toward the rides. "What's it going to be, ladies? Ferris wheel for the view, or roller coaster for the adrenaline?"
"Roller coaster," all three girls said simultaneously, their grins matching and absolutely terrifying.
Jax went pale. "My hair?—"
"Will be fine," Estelle interrupted, grabbing his arm. "Come on, rich boy. Time to live a little."
