Lorenzo
She was the perfect woman for me and had just proved it by shooting my right hand man without remorse or the fear of how I would react.
My men took the prisoners back to my basement cells.
“Done, now get to shooting,” I ordered, making her flinch at the tone of my voice.
Aubrey positioned herself, both hands on the handgun. I rolled my eyes and stood right behind her, grabbing one of her hands and putting it to her side, while the other stayed on the gun.
“You might as well be a cop if you are going to shoot in that position. No one shoots like that on my domains.”
“I think I got it, thanks.”
“Oh, do you? Because even getting Nolan on his leg was amateurish. If it was me, I would have shot him in the head, or wasn’t that what you were planning to do w
