My Mob Soulmate

Chapter 4

WARNING! Mentions of nudity, swearing and violence throughout this series.  

Elias’s POV

The excitement in her face is priceless. It makes me curious as to what kind of life this woman led beforehand. There was more than meets the eye with her, so I’ll need to keep an eye on her. Her physical combat skills are immense. She has gone through some serious training, and I intend to find out how. The only people I know that have went through training like that are the Armed Forces, and the Police Force, and that makes her dangerous. Has she any family in either? I’ll have to get close to her to get her to open up. What the f**k have I done? I should’ve known something was up when I seen her walk into the club and go into the corner to sit on her own. I walk her over to the booth and pull out a standard revolver from the gun locker, grabbed the matching bullets, and loaded the six-chamber cylinder, ready to be used.

“Do you know how to use one of these?” I asked.

“I’ve only ever held a Glock airsoft gun and a Sniper Rifle airsoft gun.”

“Oh, okay. Well that sounds like it would be useful to us. Airsoft guns are a lot like real guns except there is a bit more kick to a real gun. I’ll show you how to use each gun properly and we’ll start with this revolver. It has less kickback than the rest.”

She was holding her hands one over the other and rubbing her hands together. She’s uncomfortable. I lifted one of her hands palm up and put the revolver in her hand. She stiffened up and bit, so I smiled at her.

“Don’t worry. The gun hasn’t been c****d yet.” I reassured her. She seemed to relax a bit knowing that fact. I grabbed another revolver, put in the ammo, grabbed the handle with both hands and aimed it at the target. She flinched beside me, more than likely thinking I was gonna pull the gun on her.

“If I were going to shoot you, I would have done it by now, so relax. Feel the gun in your hand as if it is part of them.”

She lifted the gun up, holding the handle, with her finger lightly on the trigger. I put my gun down and stand behind her and put my hands over hers to guide her, and then bent down to her level. I realised how close we were, and it felt amazing. The electricity I felt when we first met has come back and feels even better that ever. I have only known this woman a day and she has this fervent pull on me. I cannot show her any weakness though. This woman has someone in her family in the Armed Forces or the Police and that means I cannot trust her. I need her to open up, so I need her to think I am showing a little weakness, without actually showing my real weakness. Hopefully, she begins to trust me quick, or even better, lets it slip by accident. The latter will, more than likely, come sooner if I ask the right questions. Right now, I need to teach her how to use this gun before she gets killed by missing an important shot, should the occasion rise she needs to. I could feel her trembling with the closeness of our bodies.

I moved my lips closer to her ear and whispered, “Relax your shoulders, relax your elbows, and most importantly, relax your mind.” She took a deep breath in, nervous about how close I was to her ear. “If you don’t relax your shoulders and elbows you may hurt yourself with the kick back of the gun. If you don’t relax your mind, you are less likely to hit your target. Everybody finds it hard to focus when they are in a panic, and in this line of work, panic can be dangerous.”

She winced, clearly worrying about what may happen when she is out in the field. She may be advanced in combat, but if she does not know how to use a gun, she can’t be out on the field. She would be useless if someone held a gun at her from a distance.

“The first thing that could go wrong,” I continued, “is that you could start panicking, and freeze. The second thing that could go wrong is that you could panic and miss an easy shot. Missing a shot can get you killed just as much as freezing. Understand?”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good. Now, relax your shoulders, relax your elbows, and relax your mind and when you are ready, shoot.”

She took a deep breathe. She was tense from the time I got close to her, but as she breathed in and out deeply, I could feel her relax. I stepped back away from her. BANG. BANG. She shot twice. I called to have the target brought closer so we could see the damage. How can this woman be so timid, and yet be so dangerous? I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The bullet went straight through the crossfire. Both times. In the exact same place. Is this woman playing us? I gave her each gun, “teaching” her how to use each one. The only one that sprayed anything but the middle of the target, although close to it, was an AK-47. She got a bit overzealous with that one. She looked pleased with herself every time she pulled the trigger. She enjoyed this. I have a feeling though, that she would not enjoy this if it were a person being pierced by the bullets. I put all the guns away into the lockers and decided to take a risk instead of waiting.

“Have you any family in the Armed Forces or Police Force?” I asked. I could see my question scared her. She started shaking uncontrollably, her eyes went wide, and tears started to fill them.

“Please,” she begged. “Please don’t kill me. My dad is a Policeman. I promise I will not tell him. I could not. He would hate- “

“Calm down bella,” I said firmly. She quietened immediately, then started sobbing softly. “I’m not going to kill you. You can’t help what your Father does for a living.

I never thought how to approach this if she admitted it. CAZZO! This is a mess, although she seems genuine about not telling her Father out of fear of disappointment. Can I trust that though? This could be dangerous, especially if the rest of the Titans find out.

“No one else can know of this, okay?” I asked firmly. She had completely stopped sobbing now and nodded her head vigorously. She looked relieved.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone,” she whimpered. “What are you going to do with me now?”

“Exactly what we agreed upon,” I assured her. “The only difference is that any time you want to call your family, it will be in front of me, on loudspeaker. No exceptions. Understand?

“Yes,” she breathed. “Thank you so much.”

“I don’t make a habit of killing people for the life choices of others. Now, let’s go.”