Craved (Book 2)

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Update: 08/23/20

Chapter Twenty-One

Zamaria

"So where are we going again?" She stuck her arm out the window letting the warm breeze blow against it.

"I told you it was a surprise. Just chill out and enjoy." His laugh filled the air and sent butterflies fluttering through her stomach.

So much time has past between them yet it felt like they had never been apart. Deep down she knew they were just as much of a stranger to each other as they were passing a random person on the street.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, Zamaria rolled her eyes as took in the neighborhood. They had been driving for twenty minutes and he refused to tell her what they were doing today.

"Aye this my shit!" She yelled excitedly as she turned up the radio as Do Re Mi by Blackbear played through the speakers. "Hell yeah! This the one with Gucci in it."

She ignored Greyson's laugh as she bounced in her seat raping the lyrics.

"I wrote a little song for ya, it go like; do, re, me, fa, so fucking done with you, girl."

She kept going along with the lyrics until Greyson chimed in taking over the next part of the song. Letting out a loud laugh as he grabbed her thigh when Gucci mentioned getting a lap dance. Forgetting all about their mysterious destination, Zamaria continued to enjoy the songs that played from Greyson's phone. One right after another got her more and more hype.

"Thank you for coming to my concert." She laughed as they pulled into a parking lot.

Dudley's Armory & Range. The sign over the small building was big and bright.

"You brought me to the gun range?" She asked curiously looking at the other buildings. No way were they going shopping for furniture and he didn't have a pet, so this had to have been the place.

"Have you shot a gun before?" Cutting the engine, Greyson reached in the back seat and pulled out a small blue case. It almost looked like one of those tool boxes from the hardware store where you snap the sides closed.

"Can't say that I have." She climbed out after him looking down at her attire then back at his. She wore her grey and blue converse sneakers, with light denim shorts and a grey Pikachu shirt. "Am I even dressed for the rang is the better question?"

Greyson wore dark jeans and a simple black t-shirt and white forces.

"Yes, you're fine. You'll like it I promise." He took her hand in his after locking the car and led her through the doors.

They walked around the shop for a bit. While Greyson searched for whatever he had come for, Zamaria took in all the different weapons surrounding them. There were different styled crossbows as well as combat knives. Some bikes in one corner and guns in another.

"Hold these for me please." Greyson's voice snapped her out of her trance as he let her hand go and passed her two boxes of bullets.

"Hey, glad to see you back Mr. Wolfe," an older gentleman that looked to be in his early forties smiled and waved them over to his side of the counter.

"Hey, Mr. Mitch. We'll take one booth, two boxes of ammo for a .40." She watched as Greyson sat the case on the counter and opened it. Nestled inside were two guns with the clips lying next to them. Mitch nodded his head and retrieved a sheet of paper from behind him.

"Have you been here before darling?" He asked, as she shook her head, he slid this paper forward. "No worries, I just need you to sign this waiver stating you're over 18 and these are the rules and regulations. Here it states we are not responsible for any lost or stolen goods, so keep your things close by."