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Another hour at the gun range and I'd emptied out another clip. Every single bullet had hit the target dead in the center. Even the moving targets had tasted my lead.
Bull's-eye.
I never missed.
Going to the gun range was supposed to calm my nerves, and after five rounds I had a feeling it wasn't working.
I checked my pulse.
Nope, still sexually frustrated—and the other kind of frustrated.
I decided to call it a day and stepped out of the stall, removing my safety earmuffs in the process since no one else was around and all the violent sounds of bullets flying had ceased. Shooting was supposed to help, and yet I was back at square one.
This was supposed to be an easy decision: walk away and save my ass, and hers.
Still, I seriously hoped she wasn't messing with Bentley Rodgers to get back at me. Worse, I hoped she wasn't taking money from him because she was desperate. Although this time I was sure she'd beat his ass if he tried to ditch her at the side of the road again.
Ugh.
I blew out a short breath of anxiety.
Really, I had no reason to be anxious, I was just doing the right thing, or so I kept telling myself.
An image of a soaking wet Nina in the pool came to mind, her leaning up perfectly with her dark hair all slicked back like onyx liquid, the look on her face, and that mouth of hers, those perfectly edible lips...
I fought the urge to go for another round of shooting.
Fuck you for getting inside my head.
To another Dragon, the feisty girl would be no more than a peasant, or a street rat, to me she would've been beneath me—but after literally having her in that position...
It was damn near stuck in my head, taunting me. It wasn't even just kissing her stuck in my head. It was that damn walk of hers as well. The walk, the attitude, and the story behind that pretty face and frown, at least some of the story.
I scratched at my head. The gun range hadn't worked, and I needed a release because I was fucking losing it.
Perhaps I needed a drive around town and to find some random Soldier to beat up to make myself feel better.
The thought made me wanna call up Bridger to see if that kid had paid up yet or not.
As soon as I stepped outside of the gun range I had it in my mind that was exactly what I was to do. Once in my ride I dialed Bridger's number as I headed for home.
