The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

When I saw the look in her eyes, I just knew it.

I knew that I had ascended a certain level of trust in her and it puzzled me so much how she was able to trust someone like me. I tried searching those honey-brown orbs for flickers of doubt but there was nothing.

Her eyes mirrored the trust that filled up her soul. She had shown me on several occasions how much she trusted me and knew I wouldn’t hurt her, but today was different. She gave up control and surrendered to me, leaving it all up to me to lead the way.

And no, she wasn’t terrified. She was just appalled. I could see it in how her eyes wandered around the dark grey room. She was driven by a burning desire and anticipation, rocking back and forth on her feet with a smile on her face like a little child that was offered her favourite candy.

My heart fluttered softly, astounded by how much she had grown from hating me to trusting me with her life.

I chuckled.

The massive space that was coated in a dark grey paint, surrounded by tons of inbuilt weapon shelves which were filled to the brim with different weapons and other forms of training equipment, was tainted with the corrosive smell of nitroglycerin, doused with sawdust and graphite. The room exuded a rush of danger, a chilling amount of power. It radiated off it in waves with a spark of dauntlessness that lingered in the air.

The air in here felt different, highlighted by a dark aura. The dim lights bestowed upon the room a certain feeling of mystery, enhanced with confidence.

A shooting range was located at one corner with various shooting targets hanging from the ceiling, ranging from paper targets that consisted of a bull’s eye and silhouettes, alongside a reactive target. A steel shooting target.

“Baby,” She called me and I felt my heart skip multiple times before I turned to her. She had her hand placed on her cocked hip, tilting her head to the side with a teasing smirk playing on her lips. The smirk on her face mirrored mine. She strutted forward, stopping in front of me with a hint of challenge hanging in her eyes.

“Aw, you scared I can’t handle it?” She pouted and I chuckled, slipping my arm around her waist and tugging her forward. I kissed her softly on the lips.

“I know you can handle anything. You are a Queen, Peach, and you are much more capable than you love to give yourself credit for. Heck, I have always known there was more to you than what meets the eye when you pulled a gun on me. Not to mention, Allegra,”

“I was impressed,” I told her, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. Her eyes lit up with a smile and she nodded her head.

“Now, learning how to shoot properly takes a lot of practice and practising comes with patience and the will to learn. It just doesn’t happen overnight. You have to keep trying until you are perfect,” I began, moving away from her and going to one of the weapon shelves, to fetch a Glock.

I walked back to her, her curious eyes boring holes into my body.

“I need to know if you trust me, Peach…” My voice trailed off. Although I knew the answer, I needed to hear her say it again. It brought me a certain amount of joy that I couldn’t comprehend when she told me how much she trusts me.

“You know I trust you, baby.” She said softly, her eyes conveying the sincerity that her voice carried.

“Good, now come. Let me show you how to load it.” I beckoned her, leading her to the drawer that contained the bullets. She stood beside me, her ears perked attentively.

“This?” I twirled the Glock in my hand, examining it.

“Is a Glock 19. It’s a semi-automatic pistol. And when I say semi-automatic, I just mean it’s a kind of pistol whereby, when the shooter pulls the trigger and fires a shot at a target, a new bullet is automatically loaded.” I explained, sparing her a glance.

“Wow..” She mumbled, eyeing the pistol.

“So, this…” I pointed at the bottom of the gun, “is the magazine. It’s basically where the bullets, the rounds are stored,” I continued, seeing as she was listening with rapt attention, eyes set on the pistol. “And this switch?” I pointed at the switch above the magazine, “It’s the magazine catch. You use it to detach the magazine from the Glock whenever you want to load your rounds.”

“This is the trigger,” My hands grazed the upper part of the dark object, “And this is the trigger safety,” I pointed at the rear end of the trigger.

“This is the trigger guard,” I pointed at the object that held the magazine and the lower part of the gun together. She bobbed her head in response.

“This is a muzzle, often called a barrel.” I showed her the tip of the gun. “This is the slide and the frame. The frame is where you position your finger when you want to pull the slide catch. The frame is the metal housing that includes the grip or the handle of the gun.”

“Now, let’s show you how to load it, baby.” I yanked her to myself by the waist, fusing our bodies. I couldn’t resist planting a chaste kiss on her lips and she let out a sugary giggle.

“The first thing you do is to take out your magazine. You remember the place I showed you as the slide?” I asked her, detaching the magazine from the Glock and she nodded, pointing at it. I nodded impressively. She was catching on to it real quick.

“You’ll pull it back and catch it. So, to load it with rounds, you pick up your magazine,” I took out a few bullets from the drawer. “You’ll put the first one in it, pull the round back and keep loading until it’s filled up. You attach the magazine back to the gun. Now, you’ll place your finger on the frame and pull the slide down the slide catch to set it in place,”

“Do you understand it, Peach?” I demanded, my eyes fixated on her. She swallowed and nodded, her eyes drifting from mine.

“I am still going to show you how to unload the Glock, but first, let me unload it, so you can try it on your own,” I told her.

I unloaded the Glock and handed it to her in pieces. She took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Then, she started loading it up herself. I couldn’t repress the twitching of my lips as my heart swelled with pride. She wasn’t only fast, but she tried to infuse her actions with confidence, convincing herself that she had it all under control.

I was so proud of her.

I grabbed her by the back of her head, crashing my lips on hers. She opened up to me immediately and my mouth stroked hers, dented with neediness. She moaned into my mouth when I slipped my fingers into her lush hair. I groaned, massaging her hair softly, and kissing her until she was out of breath.

I broke off the kiss, slowly, then attached my forehead to hers, my heavy breathing swallowing up hers.

“That’s my girl,” I whispered and her cheeks grew red, eliciting a soft chuckle from me. She bit her lip, maintaining eye contact with me and I cussed under my breath, brushing my hair off my face and trying to keep my restraint intact. I had to get her to learn a few things first before I acted on my insatiable hunger to claim her.

I took the gun from her.

“Unloading a gun is quite easy,” I began.

“Just remove the magazine and pull the slide back, slowly and the rounds will fall out themselves,” I added, detaching the magazine from the pistol. I pulled the slide back and the rounds dropped, producing a clattering sound.

“Are you ready to shoot?” I queried, arching my brows at her. She stared at me for a moment and nodded slowly. I stretched my palm forth and she took it, smiling at me. I led her to the shooting target, stopping short before we got to the bull’s eye. I created an ample distance and stood behind her, leaving a few feet between us.

She let out a deep breath. It was that loud. I could hear it.

“I was born ready,” She answered, her voice carrying heavy determination in it.