Chapter 299 Target Practice

Ella

The laughter from Logan was unexpected-a short burst, barely audible over the ambient hum of the bar’s patrons. “You’re very funny, Ella,” he said, shaking his head. I sat up straighter, leveling Logan with an icy stare. “I’m dead serious, Logan.”

His blue eyes bore into mine, trying to gauge if I was joking. “You? A gun?” “Yes,” I replied, unwavering. “Growing up, my father made sure I took shooting lessons. For self-defense. Your bodyguard has an extra pistol, doesn’t he?”

Logan’s expression shifted from amusement to contemplation. “You truly think you can handle it?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I couldn’t.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Alright. But you’ll have to prove yourself first.”

“Prove myself how?” I laughed, looking around. “Don’t tell me your next big reveal of the night is for me to shoot the pimp that’s been standing in the corner and giving you dirty glares since you beat up one of his customers.”

Logan’s face turned a slight shade of red, but only momentarily.

“No,” he said. “Come on. I’ll show you.”

As the music and laughter reverberated through the bar, Logan took my hand and guided me away from the throng of people, making sure we went unnoticed.

that had been

recycle

He smirked. “You’ll see.”

where Logan pressed the round button that said “B”. As we took it down, the air

Alpha Princess Ella took shooting lessons, huh?” Logan asked, glancing over at

so surprised?” I asked, “It was important for my safety. My father wouldn’t have it

he’d be the type. He must be

“You have no

glance, added, “Clearly, the apple doesn’t fall

do you mean?” I asked. He hesitated, then

candidness, I tried to keep my face

I first met you, I had some preconceived notions. Thought you’d be just another wealthy heiress, more

slightly, taken aback

I’m glad to admit I was wrong. I’m pleased to get to know the real Ella, and not just the

A thousand retorts rushed to my mind, but instead of voicing any, I chose silence. Ema whispered, “He’s

everything you

ticking away, making the atmosphere grow thicker. “I look

my father was one of the stipulations of our arrangement, but thinking about it still made me uncomfortable. The

leaving unsaid the words that swirled in my mind: I’m not sure if I ever want

dinged, signaling our arrival to the basement. As the doors slid open, revealing

the scent of old cement and moist dirt surrounded us,

wooden table. The room was spacious, the brick walls damp, revealing its age and history. From somewhere high up, an

move, he aimed and fired. Two bottles shattered instantly, their fragments scattering across the table. He grinned triumphantly, expecting

over the gun, an amused expression on his face, no doubt expecting me to fumble. Little did

all the sessions, all the instructions, all the relentless drills I had undergone. Holding the pistol firmly, I

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