Heart Of Gold

09| Worlds Collide

💐بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم💐

(In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful)

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I've had my heart broken before

And I promised I would never let me hurt anymore

But I tore down my walls

And opened my doors

And made room for one

So, baby, I'm yours

Oh, baby, I'm yours.

- Alessia Cara♡

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Shawn's P.O.V.

Steadying my aim and closing one eye to look a little more closely, I pull the trigger, sending a bullet through the air and hitting the target right in the middle, for the fifth time in a row today.

"Damn it! How do you keep getting it every time? I swear that I've shot over ten times but haven't hit the middle even once!" Jack grumbles and I spare him a quick glance before looking back at the target ahead of me and holding up my gun towards it again.

"What can I say? I'm a natural."

Another bullet splits the air and hits the middle of the target yet again. And that's number six.

"Quit being an ass, Mendes." Jack retorts and I snort. "If anything, you're the only ass here, Jack."

"Yeah, sure, stay in your head, bro." Jack chuckles sarcastically as he aims at his target again and I roll my eyes at him. He's always so annoying and pessimistic during practice, and as much as it annoys the freaking crap out of me, he's still my best friend and I wouldn't change him, really.

Bullet number seven hits the middle of the target and I lower my gun as a slightly satisfied grin tugs at my lips, cocking the hammer, ready to shoot again.

"Seriously, was your dad in the military?" Jack asks and I snap my head up at him and give him a hard look. He looks at me questioningly before getting the hint and looking away from my eyes down towards the gun in his hand. "Right, sorry."

"You should be."

I point the gun up again at the target and steady my aim, recalling the very first time I held a gun in my hands. I was only sixteen years old and had just met Jack a few days before getting introduced to Lorence. I was standing right in this place, the weapon in my trembling hands and target right ahead of me.

Lorence created this really spacious training facility at the back of his mansion for all of us to practice shooting, since they were all gonna have to hold guns if they were to work with him. And he wasn't the kind of mafia boss who'd give away a gun to someone who didn't know how to use it, since he knew that it would increase the chances of us getting involved with the police. Not that we haven't once or twice before, but those times were only proven to be false, or maybe not-so-false accusations of gun and heroin possessions.