Chapter Seventy-Seven.
Leon leaned against the edge of the booth in the Mafia bosses range, watching Safron as she lay prone on the floor, c*****g her rifle. She took a deep breath, slowly releasing it, as she steadied her heart rate, before she gently pulled the trigger of her rifle. The bullet spun, cutting through the air, hitting the target at the furthest point of the range. A proud smile formed on his lips, as she made the weapon safe, before standing up, and letting out a shaky breath.
“I have not shot in years. I think I did really bad,” Safron commented, as Leon pressed the button to bring the small square piece of paper with a ringed target in the centre into focus. He knew his little space cadet had done a lot better than she thought.
He pulled the target from its clips, r
