CHAPTER 35
PRESENT DAY
When we got to the shooting range, Harry seemed to disappear pretty quickly but Lucas stayed right beside me.
I assumed that the shooting range would look like some crappy little basement set up with people shooting at targets. But I am really surprised at how professional it was all run and there were some people there practicing, equipped with all the top shooting facilities.
Lucas kept me close to him with his arm affectionately around my waist as he was showing me around.
“So, what do you think, baby?” Lucas asked. I couldn’t help but smirk at the little pet name.
“I’m actually impressed. Do you guys just come here to practice or do you own the place?” I asked.
“We own it.” He said.
“I thought so.” I said.
I couldn’t help but remember how Lucas used to be with me. Always really hostile with a short fuse, but now, he was so affectionate and it’s hard to even think that he would raise his voice at me now.
He seemed to be getting more and more endearing and I hadn’t realized it until now that I have actually been growing more dependent on him.
Jax on the other hand, the one that I’ve known for the longest, was creating a barrier between us. I could feel us slipping further away from each other and I had no doubt that it was because of the guilt that he was feeling about me. For not being there when I needed him before. He was showing all the signs. I’ve seen them before in myself whenever I upset dad and I thought it was my fault.
Everyone gets the same look in their eye when they have that feeling. So I am all too familiar with it.
He was still kind and sweet to me, but he was definitely struggling with the past.
I think Jax and Lucas were aware of how Harry’s mixed signals were really starting to screw with me as well. And I appreciate everything they do to try and distract me from that. I really think that they see more than they let on.
Lucas kept me really close while he took me on the full tour, and even though I had some idea of the activities that the guys did when I wasn’t around, I was really trying not to judge them or make assumptions. Afterall, I did ask them to help me take down my father and none of them hesitated. So I definitely can’t judge.
But I was still afraid that I would have to leave after our arrangement ended. I knew a lot of things that they don’t that could put their lives in danger, and I think I’m starting to catch on to a lot of things that they’re doing that will put all of us in danger.
As much as they say that they aren’t going to let me go, I really don’t see how else this is going to end. Are the four of us going to live happily ever after? That would never work. There’s always someone who gets jealous.
Lucas was still showing me around when he grabbed a gun holster that held his favorite gun in it and I looked at it and touched the leather that it was made from. It was a beautiful piece of craft with incredible detailing to it.
“Where the hell do you find something like that?” I asked.
“You don’t. It’s one of a kind. Which is why my favorite goes in it.” He said.
“I can imagine. Did you have this made just for you?” I asked.
“Yeah. Harry designed it. Put everything that I wanted on it. Even the little horse in the background there and the old west style saloon.” He said.
He took the gun out of it so I could have a proper look at it and then I saw the wall behind where Lucas was standing.
It was covered in knives and daggers and things that I had never seen before. But the daggers are what got my attention.
I looked at the throwing knives, but that just made me recoil while I was looking at them. I’ve seen those sorts of knives before. And I placed my hand on the scar on my stomach.
But I picked up a dagger and I looked at all the others. They all had different shaped blades on them and everything. They were beautiful.
“That’s his as well. The one that you have in your hand.” Lucas said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Harry designed that dagger with the handle.” Lucas said. And I just shook my head while looking at it.
He was a hell of a lot more talented then he let on.
But I started getting an idea from it. I do have a fear of sharp objects from my past, only because they have always been used against me. But what if I found a way to use them to my advantage. To actually practice with them and be able to defend myself with one of them. Maybe then I wouldn’t be so afraid.
My father always loved the knives in the kitchen. And the dull ones were his favorite, because it was harder to cut into me and they caused more pain. But I think being able to use one of these as self defense might actually help me.
“I can see those wheels in your head turning.” Lucas said.
“I’m just thinking.” I said.
“About what?” He asked.
“Self defense.” I said. And he leaned against the wall beside us and gave me a smirk.
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