Chapter Twenty Eight

Brooke grabbed her Colt and took aim as well, firing four bullets into her target. Unlike Nathan’s laser-like aim, her first two attempts went wide to the left, the third right into the target, and the fourth just a millimeter down. She was pleased with herself, despite having the handsome billionaire show off his own skills. It’s been so long since she’s been allowed to have a gun in her hand. When she was single and still studying, she used to frequent the range with Steve and Neil. Her brother being her cheerleader of course. But then, Wilson had asked her to give it up because he was against women holding a gun in their hand and she’d readily agreed. At that time she was so in love with Greg that she never thought how controlling both the father and son duo had been and how they’d slowly but surely made her their own slave doll.

Feeling a little enraged, she took aim again and jumped a little when Natahn’s hands came down on her shoulders. Nathan stepped in close behind Brooke