Just. Going. To. Bang. My. Head. On. This. Desk. Until. One. Breaks.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Ba—!

"Sang! What are you doing?!" Victor asks frantically and holding my head still.

I turn my head to look at him.

"Oh, hi, Prince! Fancy seeing you here!" I say surprised.

Victor gives me an odd look and contradicts, "Hardly. This is my room and my desk that you managed to somehow crack with your head."

I look at the crack with a smile.

Ha!

It broke before my head!

Wimpy sucker.

Once I am done mentally taunting the desk, I hop up.

"Well, I win. I'm going to head downstairs."

"Stop! Princess, why were you banging your head? Are you okay?" Victor asks.

I assure him, "No worries, Victor! I was having some sort of trouble with something so I decided to bang my head on the desk until I forgot what had upset me. Once I was no longer upset, I forgot why I was upset and decided to just hang my head to see if I could break the desk before it broke me."

Victor looks hesitant.

"Princess, if you have a problem with anything ever, you come to me. Don't hurt yourself. I can't stand seeing you hurt," Prince pleads.

I thought he was a mafia member. What kind of mobster can't stand seeing someone hurt?

I scrunch my nose and shrug.

"Well, what is everyone doing tonight?" I ask. We had already had dinner and I, of course, have a final prank to pull on Raven, but other than that, I should be free for the night.

Let me check my schedule.

"Sarah!" I bellow. "Check my schedule! Am I free tonight?!"

Sarah facepalms and sighs, "Sang we can hear you easily. Stop your shouting. Yes, you are free for the rest of your life."

Oh. Yeah.

"We are going to a shooting range tonight. Would you want to come?"

A shooting range?!!!!!

I feel myself quivering with excitement.

I throw myself at Prince.

"I've always wanted to go shooting!" I squeal.

Ever since I learned what a gun is, I have always wanted to try firing one on my own.

Kinda like engines, I have read a lot about them, but I never got the chance to use one.

Victor looks shocked at my reaction.

"I guess you're coming," He chuckles. "We leave in about twenty minutes which is why I was looking for you."

Try and stop me from going!

Oh, wait...

Ya can't!

I salute Victor and race to the door and slip my shoes on.

"I'm gonna shoot a gun! I'm gonna shoot a gun! I'm gonna shoot a gun!" I sing in my head to myself.

I grin like a madwoman and have to stop myself from squealing again.

What is taking them so long?!

Raven comes down the stairs with a bunch of boxes in his arms.

Seeing that he is headed for the door, I open it for him and follow him outside and close the door behind me.

I race ahead of him open the tailgate of his large black truck.

He slides the stuff in and turns to me.

"Kitten, are you coming with us? You can ride with me if you want," Raven offers in Russian.

"Of course I am going! I have always wanted to try firing a gun! I would love to ride with you!" I exclaim.

Big Bear beams at me and closes the tailgate.

"Well, I don't need to wait for my brothers so we can leave now, if you wish."

Yuss!

Less waiting time!

"Hey, Big Bear?" I start hesitantly.

Raven looks at me.

"Can I drive? North Star said I couldn't, but I really want to try to drive again," I ask quietly.

Raven smiles a smile full of mischief.

"Of course! Don't worry, I won't mention it to West."

I beam at him and hug him tightly.

While hugging him, I slip the keys out of his sweater pocket.

Letting go of Raven, I run to the driver's seat.

I hop in the truck and buckle in quickly.

Raven laughs and slides in the other seat. The truck roars to life and I head out of the driveway.

I ignore the silly "traffic laws" because they are clearly for newbie chumps and I have already driven.

Raven is grinning almost as wide as I am when we are on the freeway going around one twenty miles per hour.

I dodge the slowpokes and follow the directions that Raven calls out. I speed through the pretty red light and make a few illegal turns and pull into a gravel road.

I barrel down the road and Big Bear directs me down a path with a sign that says, "Pistols."

I jerk the wheel to the side and hit the brakes going from sixty to zero almost instantly. Mud sprayed where the tires skidded.

I stop the car.

"So, how did I do?" I nervously ask the stunned Raven.

"You... You are clearly the best driver ever! I don't know what the **** South was talking about! You wove through the slugs like they were nothing! And the speed! You topped one forty at one point!" Raven gushes.

I blush and smile at him.

See?

I knew I was a great driver!

I swagger over to the truck bed where Raven is grabbing the boxes. Once he has them all, I close the gate and follow behind him.

We walk to this covered area with one wall and pillars holding it up that has tables with chairs and benches and a wooden counter stretching the length of the wall behind them. From the tables there was a clear view of a field.

Big Bear sets the stuff down on the long counter and picks up a few pieces of recycled cardboard. He racks targets onto the cardboard and sticks the cardboard in these stands made out of rebar in the field.

"So, Kitten, do you know what you are doing?" Raven asks. "We will have a while before the rest of my brothers arrive."

I nod with a large smile.

Raven opens one of the boxes and hands me a pair of earplugs that I promptly place in my ears. Next, he opens a case and hands me an empty Ruger SR22 with the cartridge out. Raven slides me a box with bullets in it. I quickly load the cartridge and slide it into place being careful not to point the gun anywhere near either of us.

I walk to the edge of the awning and take a square stance.

I recall everything that I read. Feet shoulder width apart. Arms bent. Leaning forward not back. Keep your thumb down. Both hands on the gun. Line up the sights with the target. Inhale and aim. Exhale and fire.

A crack splits through the air and a hole appears in the red middle of the black target about fifteen yards away.

I fire the until the gun is empty and turn to Raven.

"Not bad for my first time, right?"

"First time?!" Raven repeats incredulously.

I nod at the awestruck Big Bear.

Hesitantly, I ask, "Do you have a 9mm? I kind of have been wanting to try one of those out..."

Raven beams at me and hands me a black 9mm.

I set it up and walk over to shoot again.

The 9mm is just like the .22 except bigger, louder, and stronger.

I brace myself for the bigger recoil and hold the gun firmly so it doesn't jerk back. My feet are planted and I am leaning into the shot.

Carefully I aim at the center of the target twenty-five yards away and fire.

The shots are much louder with this pistol. With the .22, you don't really need the earplugs at all, but they are very helpful with this one.

I turn and see all fourteen men standing there awestruck.

What?

Haven't they ever seen someone shoot before?

"You know how to shoot?" Paprika says incredulously.

I merely shrug.

I'm sure everyone can shoot like that.

North whacks him on the head.

"Of course she does! How else would you explain the fact that each bullet went through the same hole in the dead center of the target?"

Kota adds, "That is unheard of even among the most professional shooters."

Meanie scoffs, "Please. When has Sang ever been normal and boring? It makes sense that she is perfect at shooting like she is at everything else."

I turn bright red.

I can't believe he would lie about me like that and right in front of me!

I remove the cartridge from the gun and hand both to Raven.

I hear Luke whisper to Meanie, "I will never let Sang near a gun when she is mad at me."

Good idea, Always.

I watch as they take their turns.

Oh. My. Eyes.

They are awful!

Only about half of their shots but the dead center!

Corey walks up to me after I shoot the .45 and asks nervously, "Hey, Skunk? Would you mind teaching me how to shoot?"

"You are mafia and don't know how to shoot?" I say scrunching my nose in confusion.

Corey blushes.

"Well, I do know how. I am just nowhere near as good as you are," He explains.

Oh.

Yay! I getta teach another lesson!

I show Corey what I have been doing and help him fix a couple tiny problems.

He isn't to good at calculating the winds, but his aim improved significantly.

The next thing I know, I am fixing all of their problems.

We spend the next couple hours at the shooting range before heading back.

I was a little disappointed on the way back when I rode with Corey, Kota, Pug, and Gabriel.

The disappointment was be wise there was just no challenge. I was better than all of them. I wanted to try shooting blindfolded to try to find a challenge, but North Star nearly had a heart attack just thinking about and started shouting which started a huge shouting match. The biggest challenge was teaching them, but that didn't test my abilities or push me.

I still talked with the boys on the way back to the mansion, but I was still disappointed.

I just wish I had a challenge.

Something to arrive for.

Something that requires skill and work.

***

The house is dead silent when Sarah wakes me up at two in the morning. Darkness shrouds everything like a soft and thick quilt.

I slip out from the large bed where Marc and Pug are laying next to me.

Silently I head to Raven's room where I strike.

When it comes to revenge, there is never such thing as going overboard.

I start at his desk where I wrap every surface of everything in photos. Not just any photos though. Photos of unicorns, rainbows, and all things glittery and good.

I draw big pink flowers all over his window with a dry erase board marker.

I tape up the photos to the walls and ceiling.

Finally, I take my perfume and spray it everywhere.

The end result is a pink and glittery room with flowers and rainbows and unicorns everywhere and smelling strongly of flowery perfume.

Raven is a very deep sleeper.

Next, I go to his laptop and switch the keys around so they are on the wrong buttons. I take all his left shoes and tape them to the bottom of his bed.

After that, I take his phone and the empty soda bottle from dinner. I carefully peel back the label and cut open the bottle. I stick the phone through the a lot in the side and wrap the label back on. When he wakes up and grabs his phone, he will find it in a soda bottle. His tired brain will not understand how the phone got in there.

I grin evilly.

I slip out of his room and head to the bathroom for one final act.

I take a clear numbing gel and put it on Raven's toothbrush. When he brushed his teeth, the toothpaste will mask the smell of numbing gel and by the time he is finished, his mouth will be completely numb.

On the inside, I am doubling over in evil and maniacal laughter. On the outside, I am silent like a ninja.

I sneak back into bed and fall asleep with a creepy smile on my face.