Chapitre 56: 15. Gangsta's Paradise.
We had moved from Iowa to Minnesota, and the summer was in full swing. It was pretty damn hot here and the fact that I had to spend my days on a shooting range that Hauptmann had built and had me practicing over and over again.
Now, my new weapon of choice was the Glock 17. it was just right for me; it had enough power for a man, and I got results with it. But practice I had to do, and then I still had to practice drawing the gun. I felt like Modesty Blaise when I practiced for hours with different underarm holsters, hip holsters, and even thigh holsters, and they felt the most natural to me. But I did it anyway.
Damon had been gone for the two weeks we'd been here in Minnesota, and I hadn't had time to miss him. Adam came to sleep next to me. Here the bedroom was still nothing fancy, not furnished, so I put it up slowly when I had time to order at least some blankets or curtains.
Gun training was taking up a hell of a lot of time, and I just had to obey the pack leader to get better at shooting. Then he had another shooting range for me with moving targets, and that's where I spent time, too.
Even though I have a photographic memory, this was a skill I couldn't read but had to learn by doing. Adam didn't help at all because he knew I was a pretender and I could pick up some moves from him or something, and he kept himself in check and didn't show much, even by example, preferring to make me do it myself.
I was out on the range shooting and I was just about to shoot when arms wrapped around me, pulling me against a hard man's body.
I felt a hot breath in my ear as a voice muttered to me, "You are so incredibly sexy when you shoot and load a gun; how can you be such a hot chick, baby?"
Oh yeah, the seducer was in full swing, and I hadn't had time to do anything when he held me against him, pressed his thigh between my legs, and nipped at my neck, making me feel quite a sensation, and I was more or less melted wax in his hands.
Damon teased me for a while, then he let go and took my gun, loaded it, and fired. I saw such an experience in his grip, and he looked pretty damn dangerous when he fired, and gorgeous at the same time. I hadn't really given myself permission to think about anything physical with Damon, but then again, we had a chemistry that I couldn't deny.
So I let myself admire the whole man: his handsome face, his gorgeous body, and that dangerous, seductive aura that he exuded. I didn't hold back, and I wasn't thinking about Damon's telepathy as I admired him quite uninhibitedly in my mind.
He stopped shooting, loaded the gun ready for me, and said," Now I don't know, baby, should I blush or take you to the bedroom and let you have those thoughts? Remember, Baby, I'm a telepath."
I blushed, and I blushed good. I took the gun, and I went to the track where there were moving targets, and I kept practicing; I had the armpit holster again, and it just wasn't my thing, even though I had small breasts, so they didn't get in the way. It wasn't as good as my thigh holster.
Damon watched me for a while and came back and distracted me, so I had to concentrate really hard, but it was good. It developed my self-control and willpower, strengthening my grip on my rage and how to control it.
Damon noticed this, and soon he was back in teacher mode and was going through the different holsters, trying to get me to learn the hip holster rather than the thigh holster and even the ankle holster.
We started to have real drills because now Damon was attacking me; I had to block, dodge a punch, and shoot at the same time at the target, It really Modesty Blaise feeling, but this was my partner, he was not Willie Garvin in the sense that he didn't want to take me to bed sometime.
He was efficient and an excellent teacher, and I was trying to learn, repeat, concentrate, and do. Then Adam came to get us to eat together in between, and while Adam and Damon were talking about something, I started cooking for myself.
I had done some cooking before Damon had come, and I had cooked a brutal big lamb roast for myself; I hadn't had it yet. Then I always had some novelty meat, and this time it was kangaroo. I took the cooked meat out of the fridge and started looking for a knife to cut it up.
Bran was also in the house, but I didn't know when he was coming for dinner. I had made myself some mince pies and a mini beef Wellington from curd butter dough, so I took those to the microwave to thaw as well.- I hummed to myself as I put my food on. The best was fresh homemade ribbon pasta. I had made the dough from scratch, and the pasta machine made the pasta, too.
Damon went over to Adam when they came in and said, "What do you think? The lady is pretty ready; she has the skills and the will. Now, we just need to see that she can do it; you get to go with her to the gig. I'm too jealous and probably wouldn't let her do it. But if you're willing to let her go. I'm actually very impressed with how hard she's developed and how dedicated she is to her studies, but this is a trial by fire, and that's what counts. "
Adam grunted and said, " Fine, yes, I can see she's starting to get ready so I can watch the show, and then we'll see how it goes. But I think she's doing her own thing in the kitchen. She's been cooking and baking from time to time when I haven't been watching all the time."
Damon glanced towards the kitchen, grunted as well, and started to stride towards Mimi, who was humming happily and had just taken a god-awful big chef's knife out of a package he hadn't seen.
Damon went over to Mimi, grabbed the knife out of her hand, and said, "Remember, little girls aren't supposed to play with knives. Go sit down, and I'll see if these are for you to eat, or I'll do something else."
Salvatore came over and grabbed another knife from my hand. It was part of a set I had just ordered: super fine Japanese, sharp chef knives. Sat me down at the table to wait and started tasting everything I had made and then dug out some meat he had made himself from the freezer. I didn't understand how it was in the freezer here too and defrosted it.
He fixed me a meal and my lovely pasta he put a mini portion and lots of meat, there was my lamb, but no kangaroo, and I didn't ask why as I was a good girl and ate what he put in front of me.
I didn't get any pasties or beef Wellington; Damon, Adam, and Samuel ate them happily, though. Bran came to eat, and as always, all three surrounded me and almost defended me against Bran. It was some kind of reaction to the fact that Bran still saw me as a threat, and these three protected me pretty damn hard.
I finished eating, and Adam said, "Come on, and let's chat."
I went after Adam and he took me into one of the rooms. Damon followed, and I sat down on a chair.
Adam handed me my gun permit and said, "Now, tonight, you have a chance to show me if you can kill. We have a victim for you and a plan. You and I are going to do the job together. And you're going to do it. I'll back you up if anything is needed, but now you have to show me you can do this."
I was a little surprised and wondered if I was ready. I mean, I had trained and even gone to the shooting range to get my license, but still. I had no choice but to show. Fine, let's do this.
I said, " Fine, tell me how to do this, then?"
Damon said, " Well, you go, you lure the victim into the alley, under any pretext, and you shoot him, two in the chest, one in the neck, and listen for the heart to stop, we'll dispose of the body, but you have to do the killing. Adam's with you because I'm too jealous to guarantee I'll let you lure the victim into the alley. Is that clear? And you use a Glock, not a Beretta."
I nodded and said, "Okay, and the silencer?"
Adam nodded and said, "I have a brand new military model and it's not on the market. It shouldn't affect your aim when you're shooting at close range."
I nodded and kept quiet, wishing I could do this, but I had no way of knowing. No way. Was I still too human to just kill without question, without my rage, because part of this job was that rage was always completely controlled? But then it flashed again in my mind, that enjoyment, my dark side. I pushed it way down. No, that was not me.
I had practiced shooting with Adam and Damon, been to the shooting range, and even got a gun license. Now, it was time for the trial by fire. Bran and Adam had a network of people who knew just these pharmaceutical company bastards.
Tonight, we would go on a killing spree to see if I would actually kill with a gun. I could probably maul a wolf lightly, and Mimosa didn't really understand why she couldn't maul bad guys until Adam explained it to my wolf.
According to Mimosa, the world or society is rotten if it persecutes wolves who do good. Mimosa thinks a little piece of lead shot into someone's gut is impersonal. No one knows who killed him.
Adam said, "Mimosa, mauling takes time, leaves evidence and you can never know what poisons the victim has ingested, you're as sensitive as Mimi and you can't eat a person when you never know what's in their blood. "
Mimosa was silent and said, " But when it's impersonal. It doesn't leave a message."
Damon was silent for a moment and said, in a rather cool voice, and looked at me like a piece of meat." Actually, I'm a bit on the same page as Mimosa. I believe in killing the messenger because it's the one that is sending the message. "
Adam said, "Maybe so, but we shoot. We don't maim."
Mimosa said, "Fine, whatever the leader of the pack wants."
Mimosa saw the world as if we were not, in fact, subject to human laws at all. We cannot be put in prison because we are not human. Adam did not pick a fight with my wolf over this issue.
He just said to Mimosa, " Mimosa, it's just your opinion, but remember who is the leader of the pack here? And when we can get screwed if we get caught, or at least get the wrong end of the stick."
Mimosa didn't argue any further.
I then went to finish putting on the clothes Damon had chosen. He braided my hair tightly and even put it in a bun so that the blood-red glow wouldn't show so clearly. I picked up my make-up bag and was about to put on my make-up when Damon took it from my hand, went through it, and removed quite a few products.
Then he went into the bathroom and got an aluminum case, sat me down on a chair, and started putting on make-up. Apparently, all the men in the pack know how to put make-up on women. Then I was done. I was nervous as hell, though.
I was dressed in black jeans, a black shirt, a black jacket, and smart shoes. I had chosen the Glock as my gun because it seemed to fit my hand better than the Sig Sauer that Damon highly recommended.
There was nothing wrong with it; it was just a little too heavy for my hand. We drove downtown, and it didn't take long. It was a summer night; it was light for a while, but it was getting dark now. The Glock was on my hip. My jacket covered my holster very well.
Adam and I started walking down the street. My clothes were black, but they clearly showed that I was a woman. I should go to the bar and grab this man, lure him into the alley with me, and shoot him. I could already see the bar, and all sorts of scenarios were running through my head.
Simple, but so many things can go wrong. What if the man won't go with me? How do I get him to go with me? What if the gun doesn't work?
Adam grabbed me by the shoulders, looked deep into my eyes, and kissed me passionately. I kissed him back, and I was a little surprised, but Adam was a really good kisser, and that kiss felt about as far as my pussy.
Adam looked at me again and said, "That's better. It's good that you're a little sexually aroused. Men will notice that and grab you like a fucking magnet. "
I went to the bar and identified the victim. I knew he had a wife and kids, even though they're separated, a mistress. This guy is the boss of the pharmaceutical company that tried to kill me so many times. In fact, I remembered this guy. This one came to my room once or twice. At least when I was no longer dissolving in acid, no matter how strong it was.
I went to the bar next to the guy and ordered a white wine, and the guy started talking and flirting. The guy was of average height, had a beer gut, and was balding. Like all the shitheads who tortured me. People who lack self-discipline when it comes to alcohol and good food.
"Hey, beautiful, I haven't seen you before," the man said to me.
I looked at the man, smiled, and said to him, "I've never been here before. I'm just a little bored and looking for some company, a little fun, nothing permanent.."
The man licked his lips and said, "I'm willing to give you a ride. You're so tiny you're fun to control and dominate, even if it's more permanent, and you'd like to be with Daddy more. You'd like to be daddy's good girl."
I said," Let's see now; as I said, I'm not looking for more than a moment of fun, and I'd like to punish naughty boys again."
The man was clearly aroused and was licking his lips again,
"Come on, let's go to the alley, and I'll show you what I can really do," I said and smiled. " Have you been a naughty boy? Must the mistress punish you?"
The man couldn't get a word out of his mouth as he finished his drink and stood up. I got up myself and started to walk lazily out.
I tried to be seductive, even though I wanted to rip the guy's head off his shoulders right then and there. The man started to follow me, and I led the man into the alley and pushed him to sit down.
I said, " Be a good boy and sit down. You will soon get what you deserve."
I took out my gun and said in a cold, loud voice, no more seduction, and let my emotions come out in my voice. "I guess you don't recognize me now that I'm not melting into the acid."
The man looked at me for a moment as I took out my gun. He tried to say something, but I just put the suppressor on and fired the gun—two times in the heart. Then I went over to the man and shot him one more time in the neck. No heartbeat. No breathing. Done.
Adam came a short distance away and said: "Otherwise good, but don't talk, work. It's easier. Don't let the rage come to the surface. Just shoot clinically. That works best. No emotion. Don't remember what the victim has done to you. Don't make it personal."
I nodded. I was actually pleased that I'd gotten the man killed. This felt right. We arrived home and Adam went to talk to Damon for a while. I went to change and then back downstairs for dinner. I didn't regret it, not one bit, and I just felt a small sense of relief, like my being a victim had gone a little further when I'd done something about it...
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