Blackstone Gun Range Novels & Stories

The scent of gunpowder clung to my hands. Dante had taken me to an underground firing range beneath the city, a concrete bunker lit by harsh fluorescent lights. The air was thick with smoke and the echo of silenced shots. “Grip it like it’s part of you,” he said, standing behind me, his chest pressed against my back. His hands covered mine on the Beretta. “Not a tool. An extension.” “I’m not a killer,” I whispered, my fingers trembling.

"You're somewhat ahead of schedule, but of course you're welcome. Shall we proceed to the library with the others?" "No." His pale blue eyes, cold as ice in winter, meet mine with blatant disdain. "What we have to discuss should be here." I feel Jonathan tense beside me, his protective instincts kicking in. I feel his wolf rising to the surface through our bond, ready to protect me from harm. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're referring to," I say warily. "Oh, don't you?" Blackstone steps further into the hall, and I notice his men move to fill in the doorways behind him, blocking our exits. "Tell me, Lady Whitmore, what do you know of the hunters?"

“Can you tell us where there is a practice range?” He’d been reading about the Horton Legacy 225 in his sportsman’s magazine and was actually considering getting one, so he was eager to try it out now and see if it was everything the articles and reviews claimed it to be. “Well now,” said the young, freckle faced clerk. “That’s a puzzlement. Let me think.” He scratched the sparse fuzz on his chin as he contemplated where to send us. Las Vegas was geared for gambling and party times and offered little for those who were interested in hunting and the great outdoors. “There’s a place near Pahrump that might let you practice.”

Giovanni stood at the window, sleeves rolled, coffee in hand, watching. “What’s going on?” I asked, pulling on a robe. He turned, and that slow, infuriating smirk spread across his face. “A lesson.” I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of lesson?” “The kind that involves a gun.” I blinked. “You’re joking.” “Do I look like I’m joking?” He didn’t. Ten minutes later, I was standing at the edge of a private shooting range carved into the back of the property. The sun was sharp, the air still carrying the chill of morning. A row of targets stretched before us. Giovanni handed me a sleek, matte-black pistol.

“Yes, ma’am.” I went back out when the sun was already high, burning. The mansion shimmered under its light, deceptive in its calm. I needed to get some air, needed to get rid of the frustration scratching at my insides. The drive to the gun range was quick: fifteen minutes through the city, five into the quiet stretch near the woods. It was almost empty when I got there, with just the faint echo of shots from the far end. I signed in, slipped on the protective gear, and stepped into lane twelve.

He grumbles the last part. What the hell is his problem? I don't want to be here just as the next person. Heck! I Hate it here and I Hate him as well. So he could as well shoot me in the face, while he's at it. "Ugh, fine. Listen carefully, because I don't have all day," Mad Max grumbled, eyeing me in a clueless expression. "A shooting range is a designated area for firing guns. You've got your targets, your shooting stands, and your safety gear. Don't even get me started on safety protocols – you'd probably just get yourself killed." He sneered, holding his temple.

I stormed inside the cabin and grabbed her Glock 43 from her purse. “Hey!” Rain tried to seize the gun from me. “Not my baby!” She makes her bullets, and through years of experimenting with weapons, she perfected the number of groves needed to maximize the range and speed of her guns. I chuckled sarcastically. “You should’ve thought of that earlier!” I ignored her big pleading blue eyes, which saved her through a lot of fuck-ups in the past. I know better than to believe her act. Sloan had Klaus under him, his legs on either side of Klaus’ torso, returning the favor of busting his brows and lips. Ghost and Blade were standing at a safe distance from their bosses, arms crossed in their middle

The biometric scanner read her thumbprint with a soft click. Inside lay a Glock 19 and two spare magazines. Damien stared. "Since when do you" "Since the first death threat when you took Blackstone public." I loaded the magazine with practiced ease. "I train twice a month at Westside Rifle & Pistol Range." A beat of stunned silence. Then Diego whistled low. "Well I'll be damned." Damien exhaled through his nose. "Alright. New plan." **Midnight at Grand Central** The terminal was a cathedral of shadows at night. Moonlight streamed through the arched windows, painting the constellation ceiling in eerie silver. Damien moved silently through the concourse, his dress shoes replaced with tactical

As soon as he’d entered town, that had been the first place he had sought out. A shooting range. Tucked securely somewhere in a black neighborhood, GREZZO offered its service to anyone as long as they paid the yearly subscription fee and signed the NDA. The warm décor would sway anyone who wasn’t familiar with this peculiar shooting range. Gunshots echoed somewhere inside the building. Barely concealed by the lead walls, were bloodcurdling shrieks and brays of animals. Unperturbed by the unusual sounds, he strolled to his locker. It held his earmuffs and his Glock. He had specifically requested for a Glock. And with the way things were going, he might, one day, be forced to sneak it out GREZ

They drove off to Texas Springs Gun Club, an indoor shooting range. It was originally set up by Jonathan Myers, a former army veteran and was bought by the Davidsons brothers recently becoming Twin Peaks premier indoor shooting range destination. The Davidson’s did a complete renovation and upgraded the 12 Lane / 25 Yard indoor range. After extensive planning the davidson’s hired a technical team who began the disassembly and removal of all old range equipment and with guidance from the Technicians,they began installing the all new state of the range equipment including premium Caliber Target Retrieval System. The newly designed range now accommodated a full spectrum of firearms enthusiasts