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Chapter Six

When we eventually slow to a stop, I still have no clue where we are. I eye the bland building suspiciously as we both slide off of the bike, I turn my suspicious eyes to Harley.

"So, will you tell me where we are now?"

"I told you, you'd find out" maybe he's going to murder me, that's the only conclusion I can come to. That's why he's suddenly being nice to me, so that I'm tricked into trusting him.

Warily, I follow him through the heavy metal doors and try to scan each detail of the building, to figure out where he could have possibly taken me. the walls are almost empty, except for a few posters advertising all different types of products that give me no clue, and some about safety. Safety? Why wouldn't it be safe here? Where has he brought me?

BANG! What sounds like thunder echoes in my ears. I jump into the door, as my fight or flight kicks in, and crash my head in the process. A yelp escapes my lips from not only fear, but the pain left on the back of my skull. I guess I'm more of a runner than a fighter, whereas Harley doesn't even startle at the sound. He lets out a loud boisterous laugh at my injuries then carries on strolling down the grey hallway chuckling to himself. "Don't worry, it's all good". All good? I'm pretty sure that was a gun Harley? And why is he laughing at my pain? He's the one that has to take me to the hospital if I have a concussion. I check my surroundings once again, i shouldn't still be trusting this guy. Why am I following him down this hallway?

He's talking to a brown-haired woman behind the desk, but I'm too on edge to listen to a word they're saying to each other. It's not until a pile of plastic gets shoved in my face that my attention is back on them. "Put these on" I look down at the objects in Harleys hand and take them in my own. Headphones and glasses?

Another shot sounds through the building causing me to flinch once again. The only reaction the two in front of me have is a light giggle in mocking of me. Oh! Another shot rings through my ears, now it's obvious where he's taken me.

"This is a shooting range isn't it?"

"did the big sign out front not give it away?" Harley taunts as he slides the glasses over his eyes. I try to hide that faint blush of embarrassment rising to my cheeks by mimicking his actions, covering my eyes with the plastic and the earmuffs grab on to my blonde head. I guess I'm not as observant as I thought. Why on earth has he brought me to a shooting range? He doesn't want me to join the MC... does he? Is this some sort of initiation? Is this all some big plan? I'm driving myself insane.

I follow him through another door and wait till we're out of the woman's ear shot. "Why did you bring me here?" I shout so he can hear me through the earmuffs. He pulls his off and leaves them hanging comfortably around his neck and tosses his glasses to the side now that we're out of the woman's sight.

"You said you were good at targets, so you're going to prove it" he replies as he opens the door to reveal a row of windows that all point to target boards. There's only one other person in there, a man shooting a shotgun at a black and white target and missing almost every shot.

"I also said, not with a gun" I stare at the intimidating wall of guns towering over me with wide eyes. Each weapon is glaring back at me against the white drywall, oh my Christ I can't believe I'm here right now, looking at this.

"you've also never rode a motorcycle, must be a day for new things" he walks to the back wall, where there's plenty of different weapons hung up in rows. "It's a shooting range, so they have everything you can shoot, including..." he reaches up and unhooks a metallic black bow off of the wall, he hands it to me, and I take it carefully in my hands. My fingers trace over the sleek bow and move my stare to Harley who is walking away from me.