Protection

Again

Angelina

"Wake up!"

I woke up looking next to me seeing i'm in an empty bed, a frown takes over my face. Why did he have to leave me alone. He's my squish pillow.

Groaning i sat up rubbing my eyes having my eyes adjust to the light. Who decided to make these so damn bright? Not me. "What" i mumble walking towards my door, i open it revealing Charles, holding a black leather  body suit with a bullet protective vest. Okay this, is sexy as fuck.

"For you, my lady" I take them into my hands thanking him. i turn around looking into the wall mirror, i change struggling to get the body suit over my breasts but eh it's was well worth the pain.

I matched some leather black boots with it tying my hair in a braid leading it off towards the side.

I put some fresh makeup on shortly after making my way out, as i'm walking down the staircase men in suits are alined down the hall. I've never seen his guards in place till now, and i'm telling you i'm here for it.

"He's waiting for you outside" A guy with curly hair said, "Thanks" i grumbled.

I made my way outside seeing Quill, Charles and Greyson outside shooting guns while yelling at each other who's better. In my opinion Quill shoots like a newbie, Charles shoots like he's showing off -which he most likely is-, and Greyson shoots like a man.... that needs an ego boost.

"Good morning boys" i say walking towards Greyson, "Morning, love" He kisses my cheek painting a soft kiss handing me a Robinson Arm XCR.

Heavy little shit it is.

I placed it over my shoulder having Greyson help me out telling me how to use it so i don't end up killing someone or myself.

"And then you just fire" I exhaled a breath pulling the trigger, the bullet fled out quick a loud bang leaving seconds after. It was close to hitting the center, i just needed it up more. And i can't not think about the aching pain in my arms right now.

"Good job" Greyson lifted the tip of the gun higher putting his hands behind his back observing my every single move. I take a sharp breath pulling the trigger back hitting the center perfectly, i smile, i walk backwards keeping my gun up.

I hit the trigger lining up perfectly with the lines hitting bullseye plenty of times. You know i'm not too shabby at this. I need real competition. Girl, please.

"Angelina take it easy, we're just practicing.." Greyson leads off walking toward me, i start walking away shooting more boards. Practice makes perfect.

"Angelina stop!" I ignore him, the next i realize i'm bumping into someone, they took the gun away from me a fire escaping shooting somewhere else. Oh. My. Gosh. I'm in so much trouble. I can't help, but feel the small hairs on my neck stand up knowing exactly who's beside me.

"When i say stop you fucking stop!" He raised his voice at me as his hand going up in various ways showing emotion. He hovers down hissing at the burning pain in his shoulder. His hurt shoulder at that.

"Im sorry ok? I just want to get this perfect" I mumble under my lips, a long sigh leaves his lips, "You seem to already know how to control a gun, now there's just 3 more things you need to learn."

"And what are those?" I questioned him.

"Control, Knives, and Hearing, because you clearly can't hear me tell you to stop" He walks away picking up something, i look down at my shoes.

What's wrong with him? I mean, yes, i get i wasn't listening to him when he basically is the pro, but why did he have to be harsh about it? Probably because he took time out of his day to help you learn self-defense, and wants you to be safe, but you're an idiot and don't follow directions? More, or so, yes.