Captive Mate BL-Chapter 492: + - +

At the other end, Rosie caught on quickly, her pale eyes narrowed in concentration as she peered through the eye protection nestled on her face. The recoil was a little difficult to adjust to but she didn’t give up, firing off three rapid shots before stopping, her wrists stinging.

"Ow," She muttered under her breath, waving her hands to ease some of the pain.

Ivan wore a look of amusement as he watched her, taking the gun from her to prevent her from waving it around. "You need a firm grip on the handle... or I could get you a handgun with less recoil?"

Rosie snatched the gun out of his hand, "I just need some practice," She said seriously, and she meant it.

By the time the short session was coming to a close, she had mostly adapted to the recoil, a self-accomplished smile on her face as she emptied the magazine with ease, keeping her empty gun in her tote bag.

"Why does a pretty lady like you need to learn to shoot a gun?" Ivan asked, they were more or less done for the day.

Rosie appraised the trainer, he was tall, knew how to handle guns and had a decent job, Davian probably wouldn’t shoot him on sight.

But she hadn’t been teasing her Mafia King when she said she wasn’t interested in love. "Wouldn’t you like to know?" She teased, a devious smile on her face.

Once again Ivan was struck with the feeling that there was something wrong with the beautiful Omega’s words. "I would," He went with honesty, "If someone’s bothering you, I could help you take care of them."

Rosie patted his arm empathetically, ""I’d advice against that." She muttered, she had Jael anyway. Him being a gluttonous thief aside, she was confident that she would be safe with him.

"What? Doubting my abilities?" Ivan grinned, self-assured.

"No," Rosie said pleasantly, leaning in close. "But I work for a Mafia King, he’d shoot you dead at first sight." She said, throwing Davian under the bus.

Ivan’s grin cooled like he couldn’t quite make out if the pretty red-head was joking or not. He wisely backed off, he shouldn’t be hitting on the clients anyway but Rosie’s attitude had caught his attention from the start.

Rosie walked away after successfully chasing Ivan off, walking over to Caspian and Jael who were also more or less done.

"How did it go?" She directed at Caspian, glancing over her shoulder to see Patty standing with her back to her trainer’s chest.

"Jael taught me," Caspian beamed, also putting his gun away after it was emptied of bullets. "It was pretty simple, my aim was just awful."

"You were fine with the recoil?" Rosie asked in disbelief, her wrists were still hurting from it.

"Of course," Caspian crossed his arms, trying to strike an intimidating pose. "I’m a strong man."

Rosie glanced at the pink hairclip keeping his blonde hair out of his hair and decided that Caspian was much stronger that she had given him credit for.

"So what’s going on with Patty?" She had to ask, her attention taken up by the duo again.

There was barely any space between the two, and although Jazz was simply helping her with her stance and posture, the fact that Patty was perfectly fine with it said a lot.

Jael returned the magazine reloader that he had taken, Caspian and Rosie following right after him like they registered him as a part of their conversation.

Caspian winced as he remembered how many times Patty’s jelly hands had dropped her gun. "It’ll take some time before she’s done."

In their new position, Rosie could get a better look at the stall her friend was in. She glanced over in time to see Jazz tip Patty’s jaw up and walk around to place her gloved hands around her waist.

"That’s not what I’m talking about," She muttered, disappointed at the lack of important details from Caspian.

Jael was the one to give her a proper answer, "Jazz is probably interested in Patty, it’s going right over Patty’s head but she’s not jumpy around the trainer so that counts for something."

Despite his inclination to avoid Patty, the accountant was more or less part of his Mafia family so he did care about her well-being.

Rosie’s eyes sparkled as she drifted closer to Jael, momentarily forgetting about his betrayal. "So that’s how it is..."

Caspian had barely heard what Jael had said because his phone rang then, and he walked to a corner to pick up and chat with his mate.

Jael could already guess what the look in Rosie’s eyes was. "You don’t even know if she’s interested in women."

"I’ll take the chance," She said without hesitation, "Or her silly crush will go on forever."

Jael didn’t mind, it would be to his benefit if Patty got with someone else. Jazz did seem like a decent match for her at first glance but that wasn’t enough, he needed to do some background checks on the trainer.

Patty was really slow to pick up but that was because she was hyper-conscious of everything and it made her make so many errors.

But when she finally got to the point of being able to reload the gun herself and take up the proper position, her aim was near perfect, barely struggling with the recoil.

"That was awesome," Jazz complimented, her calm inflection never changing.

Patty gave a small smile, her yellow sundress at odds with everything else around her. "Thank you," She simply said, Jazz successfully getting rid of her instinct to constantly apologize in the short time they spent together.

Jazz watched her empty her gun and methodically take off her gloves, looking like she wanted to say something but unable to work up the confidence to.

To the side Rosie was impatiently waiting for the trainer to make a move, even something as simple as asking for Patty’s contact information was fine with her. But all Jazz did was watch Patty carefully take off all her protective gear, taking them from her when she was done.

Caspian was still on the phone, so the only person beside her was Jael who watched her get antsy with amusement.

Rosie’s anticipation soured into disappointment when Patty walked over with a smile that became strained at the sight of Jael. She was back to dropping her gun, making Rosie take the weapon from her.

"Stand right here," She directed at Patty, holding her friend’s handgun.

"Where are you going?" Patty whispered with palpable horror in her wide eyes.

"I’ll be right back," Rosie said instead of a proper answer, stomping right off to Jazz.