Wolf: SBMC Maryland, стр. 17
“Who is this?”
“Umm, is this Wolf?”
“Who the fuck is this?” Shaft narrows his eyes as he watches me.
“This is Ester, Krista’s friend.” What the hell? Is she okay?
“What happened?” The panic in my voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Shaft either. He’s on his feet, ready to move in seconds if I say the words.
“I don’t know. She won’t talk to me. She’s freaking out. She has guns,” she says in hurry. What the fuck?
“Guns?” I ask confused.
“Yes guns! As in more than one! I don’t think she knows how to use them! I don’t know what to do. What do I do?” Ester squeals into the line. She’s nervous, on edge and knowing that Krista is armed but doesn’t know how to use the guns adds to that. Hell, I’m a little nervous.
“Where is she now?”
“At the shooting range on McEver,” she says quickly. I reach up and run my hand through my hair wondering if I should even get involved in this. There’s a voice in the back of my mind telling me not to but there’s another one telling me not to leave this girl helpless either.
“I’m headin’ over there now.” Hanging the phone up, I toss Shaft the binoculars and head toward my bike as I stuff the phone into my pocket.
“Really? You’re just gonna toss this shit at me and walk off without a word?” he asks as he follows behind me.
“Got shit to handle,” I tell him casually as I grab my helmet.
“Fuck that shit, Wolf! What’s goin’ on!” He roars, pulling my attention back to him.
“That was Krista’s roommate. She bought guns, brother. Apparently, a lot of them,” I tell him blowing out a breath.
“What the fuck for?” I shrug.
“Not sure. That’s what I’m about to find out,” I tell him before pulling my helmet on and throwing my leg over my bike.
“You need me?” Shaking my head, I rev up my bike and toss him a wave before pulling out onto the street. This shit with the local police is wearing heavy on my mind but so is Krista. Many theories have run wild in my mind about what she’s hiding but I still don’t have a clue what it might be. Yeah, she was raped but what does that have to do with now? Is the asshole after her? Is that what she’s doing in Maryland? As I make my way to the gun range, too many thoughts occupy my mind. The range comes into view a few minutes later. No one bats an eye when I pull in and park, mainly because we are partial owners of this place.
I climb off my bike and leave my helmet, heading inside to see if she said anything to Wilson. Wilson is the other partial owner. He’s a good guy that helps us on the legit side of guns.
“Wolf. What the hell are you doing here?” He asks with a smile.
“Little girl came in here? About five six?” I’m about to say more when Wilson cuts me off.
“Hot little thing in baggy clothes. Yeah, she’s out back.” I nod my head and walk toward the back door when he stops me. “She in trouble?” Looking over my shoulder at the worry in his eyes, I shake my head.
“Not the kind you’re thinkin’,” I say with a wink. Wilson laughs as I walk into the back where the ranges are. I walk to the end and stop when I see her, gun raised, arms trembling. She pulls the trigger a few times before she screams. No one else is in here. Just me and her. I step up behind her when she raises the gun once more. Slipping my hands around her, I reach for the gun. She jolts slightly but eases into my touch. With one hand I remove the headphones from her ear and lean in closer.
“Hold steady. You can’t expect to hit it if you’re nervous. Keep your arms like this,” I tell her as I help adjust the hold she has. Krista doesn’t say a word but does what I tell her.
“Now look at your target. See where you want to hit it?” I ask her. She nods her head slowly, her breathing picking up with the closeness. “Hold steady, breathe in and pull the trigger.” She does as I tell her, my hands still resting over hers on the gun. She pulls the trigger and hits the target right in the chest. She doesn’t yell or become excited like most girls. I didn’t expect her to. She isn’t most girls.
“Do it again,” I tell her pulling my hands away and lifting the other gun she has set in front of her. She aims and just before she is about to fire, I drag the other gun down her stomach. Her breath catches in her throat. Her arms slowly begin to tremble. “Keep your eyes on the target. One move, one breath, that’s all it takes for them to fire first, darlin’.” She tries to steady her arms as I drag the handle of the gun between her slightly spread legs. Rubbing her pussy through her jeans, her arms tremble again. I smirk knowing the reaction I’m getting from her. I press the gun a little harder against her when she moans.
“You like that? Feelin’ that power between your thighs?” Harder and harder, I press into her and move it back and forth. Krista’s body begins to respond to the touch, moving with me. Her arms fall, she lays the gun on the counter in front of her. “Why are you here?” I ask her when I lean down and run my tongue up her neck. Her body shudders and I like where this is going.
“Learning to…to shoot,” she moans as I work her faster. Even through her baggy jeans, this has to