This shooting club was one of the best in Riverfront, one of the few places where live ammunition was allowed.
The formidable Stephen was a regular here, owning several custom-made firearms of his own.
As soon as they entered the lobby, the owner rushed over with a beaming smile. "Mr. Wilde, Mr. Percy, what an honor to have you here! I've just got a few new guns. Wanna check them out?"
For once, a genuine smile tugged at Stephen's lips. "Where are they?"
The owner gestured ahead. "This way, please."
Summer trailed behind for a few steps before Stephen stopped her. "Head upstairs and wait. Now."
Jonathan hesitated, his words caught in his throat. "But—"
Stephen's piercing glare silenced him instantly.
If he kept talking, Stephen would once again suspect Jonathan of having ulterior m
