[06] Slade Read Online Free PDF Page B

ignoring the open mouths gaping after her.
Slade’s grin spread as he watched the scene. Not many people could put Jax in his place, but Jill just did and he fucking loved it.
“What the hell you smiling at?” Jax walked up, grabbing a pair of earmuffs and safety glasses. Without waiting for Slade to answer, Jax turned away and headed toward Jill. “Here! Don’t shoot that gun until you have these on.”
After setting her target, she put the safety glasses on and placed the earmuffs around her neck waiting for instructions, as did Steve and Adam.
Stepping away from the table he had been leaning on, Slade looked at each of them. “Set your targets at a comfortable level. We aren’t looking for distance shooting yet. We just want to see how accurate you are with a firearm.” He nodded toward the lanes. “As soon as you unload the clip, bring in your target.”
Jax and Slade watched closely to see how comfortable they were. Soon the sounds of firing filled the room. Slade’s eyes kept returning to Jill, who looked the most comfortable in her stance and hold. He stepped sideways to get a full visual and realized how attractive he found a woman who was comfortable with a firearm. Feeling Jax staring at him, he turned his attention back to Steve and Adam.
“Looks like she’s shot before,” Jax commented, nodding toward Jill.
“Yeah,” Slade remarked, trying not to show too much interest in anything Jill did.
“Steve looks like he’s having a damn seizure every time the gun recoils.” Jax frowned, then rolled his eyes when Steve turned the gun sideways like a gangster. “What the fuck is he doing?”
As Jax left to chew Steve’s ass out, Slade glanced back at Jill, who was already bringing her target in. She had pulled her empty clip out of the gun. When she glanced back, he waved her over. Adam had also finished and was bringing his target to the table. Slade took both targets, laying them side by side. Steve quickly brought his over.
“Damn, Adam.” Steve stared at one of the targets that had every shot straight to the heart, each bullet hole easily spaced so you could count them. “You’re freaking Rambo.”
“That’s not my target.” Adam glanced at Jill, surprised.
Jax picked up the target, staring at it, then looked at Jill. “Where’d you learn to shoot like that?”
“My dad made sure his kids knew how to protect themselves,” Jill replied with a proud tilt of her head.
“Yeah, well, let’s see how well you do this next go around.” Jax shoved a new target at her, and then picked up Adam’s target. “Good job, Adam, but you need to relax your stance more. All of your shots are left of center. Adjust your stance. Keep it at the same distance.”
“Yes, sir,” Adam replied, taking the new target.
Slade kept his mouth shut as he watched Jill frown at Jax’s treatment of Adam compared to her. Grabbing Steve’s target before Jax could, Slade looked at it. Only three of Steve’s shots hit a vital part in the target. “You need to control the recoil of the gun, Steve, and definitely stop the gangster hold shit you have going on. Keep it at the same distance.”
Steve nodded, grabbing his new target, but kept looking at Jill’s. “Didn’t know girls could shoot like that,” he said low to Adam as they headed toward their lane. “Remind me not to piss her off when she’s got a loaded gun anywhere near her.”
“How far do you want my target?” Jill asked Slade, but Jax stepped in and went toward her.
Nudging her out of the way, he pushed the button sending her target down the lane; he kept going and going. Finally, he stopped the target. “Let’s see how good a shot you are at a distance.”
Jill stared at him for a second with her brows furrowed in confusion before slipping her earmuffs on. Snapping in a loaded clip, she positioned her body, her head turned slightly to glance over her shoulder at Jax. Slade was surprised at the hurt look in her eyes. He was even more surprised that