Blackstone Gun Range Novels & Stories

" I snap but there's still no answer. I give up, knowing full well that when Aamon doesn't want to talk, he definitely won't. * * * Aamon slams his car door closed and rounds to my side, I fold my hands over my chest, refusing to step out. He holds the door open and glares at me until I feel like the side of my face is melting down. Rolling my eyes, I finally step out of his car. "What is this place?" I ask when I see boards lined up in human form. Realization seeps in when he ushers me to where a pair of guns are set on a small table. A shooting range. "Why are we here?" I ask because I don't trust the guy, what if he's going to use me as a target and kills me then burries me in some godfor

he said lightly. Lie. I knew it. But I didn’t push. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he added, his gaze scanning me like he was trying to figure something out. I lifted my chin. “I could say the same.” His eyes sharpened. “Blackthorn isn’t exactly…” He paused. “…easy to get into.” There it was. The subtle dig. I smiled sweetly. “Good thing I didn’t come here the easy way.” Recognition flickered in his eyes. “Scholarship,” he said.

The Sopttyi District was a smudge of gray in the rearview mirror, and Timothy hadn't looked back once. Grief was a luxury he couldn't afford, not with the weight of two men like Kan and Gideon pressing into his life. Cus was in his element at the Blackwell estate—or "the fortress," as the old soldier called it. Within the first week, Timothy had caught the man actually whistling while he cleaned the armory. The Zions had claimed the thousand-acre perimeter, patrolling the treeline like they’d found holy ground. Timothy had never seen them so at peace.

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

Dante stared down at the wide table. Different types of firearms lay on it—rifles, shotguns, and handguns. He placed down the golden handgun. His eyes swept across the table, back and forth—too many options to test. He picked up a black assault rifle from the table. His eyes flickered to the target. This was his private shooting range. It lay behind his mansion. The grass swayed under the whisper of the wind. The field was vast. Dante’s men were stationed at every corner.

But then, her head alpha wanted her to shoot. She was a noob to this game. “Destress, my Luna. Destress.” As he was saying, the head alpha had already geared Giselle up and then himself. When everything was done, the head alpha led her into the shooting range. The shooting range built with dense reinforced concrete with a smooth surface finish was large. Ten firing lanes, ten shooting booths, numerous targets, and bullet traps. In the meantime, all of the lanes were empty. Only Marcus and Giselle invaded this place.

“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?