Page 213 of Poison (Bad Boys of Redwood Academy 2)

“I’ll teach you how to shoot it,” Kai said to me. “Head back to my place.”

“Where are you going to teach me? Don’t I need to go to a shooting range or something?” I asked, taking the last bite of the cone and wiping my fingers with a napkin. “It’s too cold to practice outside.”

“You just ate ice cream,” João said. “What do you care about the cold?”

“Do you have dry skin?” I asked him before answering the question myself. “No, you don’t, so shut your mouth. I’m not practicing anything outside.” And truthfully, I would rather not learn how to shoot a gun at all.

João was right. I would probably end up accidentally shooting myself.

“I have a range inside,” Kai said.

“You what?!” I asked, my eyes bugging out of my head.

I’d seen the weapons, but a range too? Wasn’t that the tiniest bit excessive? Hell, I was just looking for a reason or an excuse, some way to get out of this. But I didn’t have any good excuse for not wanting to practice or for still having the guns in my car.

Honestly, part of me believed that I had intentionally left them there.

Maybe … I wanted to be able to protect myself from anyone who might try to kill me.

No matter what the guys said, I was part of Poison now. I would have a target on my back for even the smallest of things. It didn’t matter who my parents were or how much money I had. Poison had enemies.

Enemies who wanted to kill me.