Blackstone Gun Range Novels & Stories

Ariana shrugged, leading me to the guns as she said, "Adrian had it set up a couple weeks ago. It’s safer than going to an outside range, since there are too many eyes out there." She picked up a sleek black pistol, then she turned to me and said, "Okay, crash course time. First of all, we've got your basics which include handguns like this Glock 19. They’re compact, reliable, and good for concealed carry. Then there’s rifles like the AR-15 which is meant for longer range. Shotguns are for close quarters, like this Remington 870.“ “I know,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’ve played Call of Duty.”

Olivia asked, fear written all over her face. For a second the tensed beef between us and everything else was shoved aside…we both listened, ears straining into the dark. Could one of the boys be practising? We had the West Range in the compound for that…a reinforced, soundproof bunker off the east side where men taught themselves how to shoot without ringing the whole estate. No one fired out here unless they wanted someone to hear them.

After picking out a few targets, some standard but mostly the ridiculous ones of zombies and clowns, Matthew paid for their rentals, the targets, and the ammo for each gun, much to her displeasure. She tried to convince him to let her pay since he got lunch, but he refused and just slid her a pair of safety glasses and earbuds. The loud sound of gunfire welcomed her as they stepped through the doors to get to the range and found their way to aisle 1 at the very end. Only a few people were shooting. Being Sunday, it was understandable that they weren't as busy, and she was grateful that they wouldn't have to yell over everyone shooting to talk. After placing the equipment on the table in fron

“Come on. Let’s go shoot something. Clear our heads.” I smiled. Real soft. “Let’s go see how your balls handle a loaded barrel.” Get in the car.” His throat bobbed. “Sir?” “The range. You love the range, right?” I smiled widely. “Bring Mikey. And those three new boys. The fresh meat. I want to see what they’ve got.” Scarface swallowed. “Right away.” ******************************************************************** At The Gun Range. The gun range was underground. Private. Concrete walls, echoing chambers, bulletproof mirrors.

Ben set up a small shooting range using smaller wood chips and drew a line on the ground about fifty steps away. “Try shooting the wood chips from this distance. We will slowly increase the distance to find your ideal range.” Fifty steps was quite the distance. They were no longer in the woodcutting area. Zen did not know if getting any further was wise but stood behind Sasha with Ben to observe. The wind blew gently, but Sasha had no hesitation. Even without a scope, she fired the gun six times in one breath. All three wood chips flew from their spot, and Ben raised his brow. Did she miss her first shots?

Stormy were bewildered as she saw and heard my simple descriptions. “50 meter range at pinpoints accuracy for this small handgun…33 bullet continuously?..Cheh~”. (Stormy) Shocked she unintentionally scoff at my words, which triggers both Sasu and Sadeen scrunch brows, Dwarves is a proud race after all. “Yes…I am not joking..”. I said smiling. “With all due respect, Mr. President…we have created a musket that similar in size with your handgun there, look here…but the maximum range of effectiveness is only about 10 meters…also continuous shot without reloading?…that is just bogus Sir…”. (Stormy)

“The first game is going to test your range! For each foot you shoot you’ll get 20 points. Our record is 8 feet 5 inches.” Bambi moved forward towards Joe who was first in the line, Joe swallowed as Bambi stroked her soft hand down across Joe’s chest right the way down till she grabbed hold of his cock. Joe gave a slight moan as the sexy co-host squeezed his cock and turned back towards Kent. “Now Kent, when you say shoot, do you mean with these guns?” she asked him, stroking Joe’s cock. If he hadn’t been sitting down Joe was sure he would have fainted in excitement.

“You’re stronger than you think.” “Not strong enough,” she whispered. “Not yet.” --- That afternoon, Rafael took her to the range. It was an underground facility, hidden beneath a nondescript building. The air smelled of gunpowder and oil. He handed her a matte-black Glock, adjusted her stance, pressed his chest to her back as he helped her aim. “Focus,” he murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Breathe. Squeeze. Don’t yank.” The gunshot cracked through the silence.

“Pitiful.” “Good to know. Mak! Make sure we check in on our first few shipments of these once they’re delivered,” I call to my brother over my shoulder. “We don’t want disgruntled customers coming at us over plastic shit.” “You got it.” Mak salutes from where he’s finagling some wiring in the control booth. I don’t know what he found in disarray, but it’s enough to get him cursing under his breath. Pulya, this gun range, is one of Makari’s personally-owned businesses. He wanted something more original than a nightclub or restaurant.

I walked out through the back door and followed the noise down a garden path that led to a long building I'd never noticed before, tucked behind a hedge line dense enough to hide it from the main house entirely. The door was open. I stepped inside. A private shooting range. It stretched out under the early light, targets set at staggered angles and distances, each one placed with the kind of calculations that told me this wasn't recreation. Theo stood at the near end, gun pointed towards a target, focused, each shot landing before the echo of the last one had even finished dying out.