My brother collects all his targets, bringing them in so I can look at them while smiling.

I point to one of them, "Really, brother, a starfish?"

He shrugs his shoulder "Hey, got to keep things interesting, right?"

Dominic looks at me. "So, how do you want to do this?"

"Why don't we mix it up a bit?" tapping the table with my polished nail. "Let's do the first one, all bulls-eye, the second one a circle just inside the first circle here, but the third is your own creation."

"So you're saying the third one basically is the best pattern we can come up with?" looking out at the range.

"Yes," clarifying what we will be doing, "So how many shots are in your clips? I have fifteen."

"Our clips have eighteen, so I will take three out of each clip so that we will be even," he says as his finger hits the button, dropping the clip out of his gun.

He looks over at Raymond. "Choose which gun you want out of the lot you just fired. My gift to you."

"Greasing the wheels, huh?" he says with a smirk.

"Does it help?" he says with a twinkle in his eye.

"Maybe," he answers smugly.

I look between both of them. "What are you guys talking about?"

Ray walks up to me, whispering, "Nothing, sis. Beat his ass."

We step in, putting the clips on the three ranges we are going to be shooting at. Dominic steps back, winks at me, then throws a finger up, signaling his brother to start the targets. The buzzer goes off where we grab our clip from the station unloading it into the first target. I drop my clip onto the shelf, step to the second, grabbing the next clip slamming it into my gun. I unload in a circle, dropping that clip onto the shelf before moving to the final station. I grab the last clip, quickly slamming it into the gun to start my design. I drop my last clip taking a step back as he finishes just a few seconds after me.

He gives me a sideways glance "Your fast. Let's see about your accuracy."

"Pfft," I scoff, "Don't insult me like that. We will also see what yours looks like being a little slower."

We remove the targets heading inside to the table. I lay my first one down while we look at the results. All of mine are a perfect bulls-eye, but he has the same results as we look over at his.

"Ok, we both aced that one, I see," he says as he sets them off to the side.

We lay our second ones down with the circle. Mine is on point, along with being perfect. I look at his seeing it matches mine perfectly.

"Wow, you are a sharpshooter also, huh," I say in a light tone.

"Yeah," he grins, "Years of practice just like you."

We lay our third one down. I look at his, seeing he did a perfect heart.

"Hey, that's good," I'm pointing at his target.

He looks at mine, where his eyes go wide.

"How the hell did you pull that off with just fifteen bullets," he asks as his eyes hover over my target.

My dad steps up. "I told you, she's one of the best."

They look at mine, seeing where my bullets did the Eiffel Tower. My father smiles, kissing my cheek as he holds the target up to look at it with the light coming through it.

"Perfect love," he says as he examines it, "I see you liked the last present I brought you."

"Yes, I did," I say as I break my gun down. "That's why I did this one. I loved it so much where it was fresh on my mind."

Dominic shakes his head, breaks his gun down, and then cleans it quickly as he nods to me.

"A promise is a promise. Come, let's pick out what else you want," he says as he offers me his arm.

I put my gun back in my holster, wrapping my hand around his arm. We get into the elevator going to the top floor. We stop in front of two huge steel doors. He scans his face as the doors open for us with a loud whirling sound as they rotate on their hinges, reviling what they are hiding inside.

"Welcome to my toy shop," he says with a smile. "This is where we display every gun, explosive, or security device we make. All of these are brand new and have never been used."

We look around the huge room lined with glass shelves that hold every imaginable gun. Small handguns all the way up to fully automatic machine guns of every size.

"Holy cow!" Ray says once his mouth closes from dropping open, "Dad, you weren't kidding when you said better than the top of the line. This stuff is amazing."

"Everything you see in here is in very high demand by our clients. Our items are better than any military equipment ever made. We took their ideas but enhanced them to where our scopes are better; guns fire faster, each clip holds more bullets, plus our security systems are the best money can buy," Dominic says as we slowly walk around the room.

Ray turns to dad. "Why didn't you ever tell us about this stuff. I would have been here buying in bulk to stock my cabinets with."

My dad chuckles. "Well, I've bought from them since I use these on my job. When you two took over, I was going to introduce you to them so you could buy whatever you needed or liked."

"Dominic, I have a question for you," I say as I remove my arm from his.

"Ask away; I'm an open book," he answers.

"Please don't get mad at this question, but if you're such a good shot, why do you hire my father for these jobs that he does for you?" as I turn to look him in the eyes.

He looks at me then smiles with one of those megawatt smiles that some men have. "I have a huge empire to run here. I don't have time to go chasing down people who owe me money. This business is a constant job to stay on top of. Making sure the shipments go out, the paperwork is a nightmare then getting clients also to pay. When they decide to run, they are killed after getting all the money out of their accounts. They have the money; they don't want to give it up. A lot think they can get things for free also, but I don't work that way."

"So, how long have you been in business like this?" as I run my fingers along with a nice shiny silver nine millimeters.

"My dad started it ten years before I was born. When I hit twenty-three, I showed him where we could handle everything, so he turned it over to me. Our parents travel a lot trying to enjoy themselves in their retirement status. We are a strong family with each of us being very close, plus each one of us will do everything we can to uphold our family name" as he watches me move around the room.

"Sounds like ours," my dad chimes in "you just deal with high-tech items; we deal with people's lives."

"Can I come with you to Rio this time, please?" I ask because I have never been there and want to go so badly.

"Actually," Dominic chimes in before my dad can answer, "I was going to invite both of you to our anniversary ball we are having on Saturday. It's the thirty-six year in this business; we always throw a ball at my dad's hotel that he owns. It's an invite-only, so you can't get in unless you have an invite or are with one of us."

My dad gives me a sympathetic look "Maybe next time, sweetheart. I was going to say no anyway. The places I stay in Rio are not fit for a lady of your stature. You would stick out like a sore thumb down there."

"Dad!" I cross my arms across my chest like a small child going to throw a tantrum. "You know I can blend in just like you do."

"I know," he sighs, "but go to the ball with them. You haven't been to one in over a year because you have kept your nose in your studies, so now it is time that you need to celebrate then relax a little."

I look at him with my sad puppy dog eyes that usually work. Nope, not this time. I eventually give up and say, "Fine; I guess your right. Now, I need to pick out the prize I won."

I walk off, looking at the racks and racks of guns, ammo, along with the technology they have. I must say, it's the best I've ever seen. I pick up a chip lying inside a glass case, raising it to the light.

"What's this used for" as I look at it.

Dominic comes over and takes it out of my hand. "That is what we use to have the upper hand in a bad situation. You put it in your gun here where it takes out every other gun in the place. It's like a jamming signal in a way."

"So a gun can't fire if you have that in yours," raising my brow at the thought.

"Yes, it jams a signal out that immobilizes every gun within a two hundred yard distance."

I nod then start to walk away. I see Dominic step over to my dad to start talking with him.

Dominic's discussion with My Dad

"Jason, your daughter is absolutely stunning. She is strong, levelheaded, and very opinionated."

"Yes, she is; we raised her with an iron fist in a way. She is the apple of my eye but also her brother's princess."

"I can see that. Her brother can be very intimidating when he wants to be. I can see why she's not dating someone right now."

He chuckles lowly "He lost his shit when she gave her virginity to one of his friends, about killed him. She shot him with rubber bullets to get him to stop. Unfortunately, he never came back around. She likes him, but her brother swore that he was only after that one thing and nothing else."

"Can I ask a favor from you, sir?" rubbing the back of my neck for a second.

"Of course, our families have been very close for years" as his eyes scan all of the merchandise that is close to him.

"I would like to come to her graduation tomorrow, then we all will go out to celebrate, my treat. My parents owned a restaurant there near her school, so I can get them to close down tomorrow evening where we will be the only ones there."

Jason has a shocked look on his face. "No need to shut the place down, have one room reserved for us. It's just going to be us; all of her friends are going off with their parents to celebrate also."

"Done. I'll let them know about it here shortly" he gives a curt nod.

Her dad looks at him with a small smile.

"Another question, sir. Let's say your daughter and I hit it off well. Would she turn your business over to her brother?"

"I never asked he that. Why you wouldn't want her in the field anymore?" he turns around, giving him a tough stare.

"No, but this empire is a lot to run also. I was just wondering if, for some reason, we did work out; I would like for her to learn to help me with my business here, help me run it as a couple. Whoever I marry will be my Queen of this empire where I want them to help me run it together. Work with all the paperwork that we have to do, go to the warehouses to make sure they are running smoothly along with all the other things that go along with this job."

"I understand that. If you do go that far, that is something you will have to discuss with her. She is the oldest, so that makes her my first heir. She may hand it off, but that would be up to her entirely. My son knows everything just like she does where he can run it just as good as she can, if not a little better."

"Look, dad, I absolutely love this one. It's small enough to fit under my dress, but it is a powerful one also," she says as she holds a gun up for him to see.

"Yeah," he says, "I like that one also. It fits you perfectly."

She turns around, walking back over where she came from. I look her over from head to toe. My cock twitches at her tight ass and muscular frame, making me lick my lips, letting out a very low but soft growl.

WHAP

"Ow shit, that hurt," rubbing the back of my head.

"Quit undressing my daughter with your eyes. I told you about that shit," he growls.

"I'm sorry, but it's hard not to. Her body is so muscular where she has the perfect frame of a body. She's perfect from head to toe," I exclaim.

He looks at me with deadly eyes. "Remember what I said. That stays in unless she allows it."

"I know that, but a man can fantasize about it some, can't they?" while rubbing the back of my head that is still stinging. Damn, he hits hard.

"As long as it's in your head, I can't stop it," he smiles big, "but remember, I am the best assassin alive."

"I know, I know. I like to keep my family jewels thank you," my face twisting in a little pain of that thought.

"Just remember that when you're panting over her while your dick is rock hard," he says with a sideways glance that makes chills run down my spine.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to keep that under control," as my eyes travel down to the floor.

"Oh, one more thing," he adds, "No whores while you are with her. Your gonna commit to her, then you will commit one-hundred percent. That's what she deserves."

I turn my head as I tell him this next thing "I would never even think about disgracing her like that. She is a powerful woman where she might even take my jewels off if I did anything like that." as I put my hands in front of them.

"She is capable of it. I can promise you that" as he smirks.

We laugh as they pick out their guns, taking their time looking at how balanced they are plus how they fit in their hands.

"Well," he finally says, "we need to head home. I need to start packing. My plane leaves tomorrow night at nine to go to Rio."

"Here, let me escort you to the door then," as I motion toward the doors.

I offer her my arm, and she takes it in a light touch. It sends shocks down me with her touch; I try not to shiver as it sends them throughout my body. We get to the front door, where I escort her to their car and help her in. They drive off through the gates going back towards their house. I walk back inside, where the butler closes the door.

SMACK

"Ow, you mother fucker, what was that for?" I turn on my heels staring him in the face.

"You just had to take her, didn't you. I wanted a chance," Brain says as he squares off with me.

"Sorry little brother, but she is going to be my queen. She is the perfect person to help keep me running this empire. I will do everything in my power to make her mine," I growl at him.

Anthony, who hasn't said a word all night, steps up. "Yeah, good luck, brother. Your gonna need it with her along with that very protective brother of hers."

"I'm not worried about her brother. I have to get her to like me along with knowing me. Oh, we have a graduation tomorrow, then to our parent's restaurant to celebrate the graduation" as I'm walking towards my room.

"Make sure you get that VIP room. That gets booked very quickly," Brian calls out to me.

"I'll make sure they cancel for us; we own the place. Let me call them to get that arranged immediately."

I pull my phone out of my pocket to make the phone call for tomorrow.