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Her hands are shaking when she places them on my shoulder to climb down and I stifle a laugh.

“What was that?” she challenges as soon as I slip the helmet over her head.

For the first time in my life, I’m finding something adorable. From the disturbed hair to the flush in her cheeks.

I shrug. “They insulted you.”

She rolls her eyes and my hand snaps out, catching under her jaw. She tenses, a quiet gasp leaving her lips when I gently pull her to me and press my lips to hers. Not kissing, just breathing her air.

“You’re on the back of my bike. Not them.”

I nip her lip, but I don’t kiss her. Pulling away when it’s not enough because I want her as starved for me as I am for her.

A delicate tremor rolls through her, but, again, she doesn’t argue.

“Come on,” I murmur, tightening the helmets on top of the bike. “Time for your first lesson.”

Hannah jumps the moment a gun goes off near us, her eyes going wide as she searches around the gun range.

I’ve got guns. Plenty, but we can’t shoot in Inglewood, so I brought her to a range.

I need to be sure she can handle herself if I’m not there and this is the best way to do that. Giving her some of the power back that her mother stole from her for all those years.

“Insert the mag.”

“What?” she asks, jumping again when another shot rings off.

“Little doe, the mag. Inset it into the pistol.” I take my own gun—a .9mm that I carry every day—and slide the mag up in place with a metallic click, showing her.

She stares at my hands, repeating the motion.

“Now—now what?” she stammers, her gaze slipping over the room.

“Hannah, am I going to have tomakeyou pay attention to me?” I cock a brow.

“Sorry,” she mumbles. “It’s loud.”

“It is. But there’s nothing to worry about if you know what you’re doing.”

“But, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Yet; you will. Now, pull the slide back.”

“What’s the slide?”

“The piece on top,” I demonstrate.

She does and then I motion for her to punch it forward.

“You’re loaded, so don’t point it at anything you don’t want to kill.”

“What if I don’t want to kill anything?”

Jesus, this girl’s going to make me go gray.

“Point it at the target.” I nod down the range. “Ignore everyone else here and focus on that mark in the center.”

She swallows, following my gaze to the bright pink target down at the other end of the room.

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