A little Tale About The Kentleys

Simon looked at Paige, her innocence was glaring. He smiled sweetly at her.

"I need the gun for protection." He finally replied. "Have you ever shot a gun?" He asked her.

"Me? Hell no! Have you?" She asked him right back with a shaky voice, knowing that the fact that he had a gun was all the answer she needed.

Yet she wanted to hear him say the word. So she waited, her facial expression showing how expectant she was, of his reply.

"Yes, I have." He replied with a lazy smile.

"You should learn how to use a gun. I can teach you if you want me to. My sisters are good with their aim. Anna especially. She rarely misses a target."

"Your sisters!" Paige exclaimed, she couldn't wrap her head around the Kentley sisters aiming a gun at someone. The girls look too fragile and classy, June especially. They have that soft feminine appearance that will have you swear on their behalf that they would never kill a fly.

"You mean June can shoot a gun? Like, she has shot someone before?" She asked, d