“What the fuck are we doin’, Sierra?”
“We’re going to have a little contest. If I win, you shut your mouth and deal with whatever’s coming.” I closed the safe. “If you win, I tell Taxi I’m out. I won’t do the op with Tango.”
His face lit up. “Seriously?”
“Yep.”
“You know how well I shoot, Sierra, you sure you wanna take that bet?”
“Absolutely.”
“Okay, baby, you’re on.” He grinned. “Let’s go.”
Wrath was already carrying, so we made our way downstairs and out to the club’s makeshift shooting range. We gathered a few groupies on our way, including Sundance and Taxi who assigned themselves the ‘games’ referees, plus Healy, who’d been tasked to set up the targets.
“Three shots apiece at medium range. The outer ring is worth five points, the center ten, the inner ring is worth twenty-five points, bullseye is fifty, and a missed target is minus ten points.”
Wrath laughed. “Sorry, babe but you don’t stand a chance. I was practically born with a gun in my hand.”
“You wanna move the targets back?” I challenged.
“Gettin’ cocky, huh?”
“Not cocky, just confident.”
“Set em’ back another twenty-five feet,” Wrath called out to Healy.
“Would you like to go first?” Wrath asked with agrin.
I curtsied. “How chivalrous of you.”
“Nah, I just wanted one last look at your ass before I smoke it.”
I gave Wrath a dirty look and clicked off the safety of my 9mm.
“Hot weapon on site,” I shouted, before taking my stance and lining up the target in my sights. I controlled my breathing, cleared my mind, and fired. My shot landed high and left, but still managed to make ten points.
“Oh, that’s gotta hurt,” Wrath teased, before taking his place and firing his first shot.
“Dammit,” I hiss-pered.
Wrath’s first shot was twice as close to the center of the target as mine was.
“Looks like you’ll be staying home for the winter.”
“Are we done, yet?”
“No,” Wrath said, shaking his head.
“Then, how ’bout you keep your trap shut until we are.”
I heard a dull roar of ‘Ooohs’ behind me and I turned around to see another dozen Howlers gathered behind us.
“We have an audience,” Wrath said.
“I’m sorry I’m going to have to embarrass you in front of your brothers,” I said before squeezing off another round. This one hitting the very edge of the bullseye, sending the crowd into a fit of hoots and hollers.
“Alright. No more mister nice guy,” Wrath grunted.