Page 75 of Seductive Sin
SAVANNAH
I take Vinnie downstairs, show him the shooting range, the workout area, and of course the bunker, in case of a true emergency.
“You up for some target practice?” he asks.
“Always.”
I choose my firearm, load it, put on my ear and eye gear, and shoot ten bullets straight in the heart of the bullseye.
“Damn, Sav. Who taught you how to shoot?”
“Dad, to be honest, but I was out of practice. Then Falcon did a couple weeks ago, but he says I was a quick study.”
“I’ll say.” He squints at the target. “I’m good, but I’m not that good.”
I shrug. “I guess it comes naturally.”
“Mikey was a terrible shot,” Vinnie says. “But I was always good.”
He loads up his gun, and shoots ten, right in the heart of his own bullseye.
“You’re as good as I am,” I say. “Maybe better.”
He chuckles. “I’ve been shooting for twenty years, Sav. You’ve been shooting for what? Two weeks?”
“Mostly true. I’m not sure why I’m such a good shot.”
“You should be entering contests,” he says. “There’s a lot of money to be made in shooting contests. Especially here in Texas.”
“Maybe…”
“I’m serious.”
“Vinnie, I can’t even begin to think of anything like that until we take care of all this other stuff. Until we free me from the McAllisters, free Falcon from the county jail.”
“He’s in his hearing right now,” Vinnie says.
“I know. That’s why I wanted to do some target practice. Get my mind off of it.” I look down at the gun in my hand. “I never thought about it before, but shooting makes me feel… I don’t know. Stronger. Like if I’d had a gun, I could’ve gotten away from Miles McAllister.”
“You did get away from Miles McAllister,” Vinnie says. “You didn’t need a gun. All you needed was your wits.”
“And my projectile vomit,” I say dryly. “And Falcon to save my ass when I got trapped in a different bedroom.”
“Hey, it all worked out,” he says. “I’m going to go another round.”
I nod as Vinnie reloads his gun.
I load mine up, and together we go through a hundred rounds.
When we’re done, he takes off his headgear and nods to all the empty shells on the floor. “We probably should have saved these.”
“Nope,” I say. “Falcon says we’ve got enough ammo down here to get through another war.”
“So I suppose he wants us practiced and ready.”
I nod. “Let me show you the gym now.”
“Yeah, I need to stay in shape.” He stretches his arms above his head. “I kept my muscles toned and strong except for those six months I spent in the monastery. I did what I could there, but that was more a journey of self-discovery and internal reflection.”