Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel]
“Do you think we could spend some time here a couple of times a week?”
“Of course, Miss. I’ll gladly come with you,” then adds. “Truth be told, I need the practice.” Then Adeline smiles sheepishly as the targets move closer to us on the mechanical arm holding them in place. Adeline got five shots to the chest, one to the arm, and the other missed completely.
“Hey, that’s not bad at all,” I tell her, trying to make her feel better. But I’m glad she agreed to come with me. If I want to be of use to Dante, I need to stop cowering in fear whenever I’m in the face of danger.
Bab Populer