In His Grasp: A Mafia Romance novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: Passionate Marksmanship Lesson

Isabella eyed the array of weapons on the rack and pointed to a Gatling Gun, saying to Emanuele, "Perhaps I could give this one a try?"

Her ambitious suggestion almost made Emanuele burst into laughter.

"You don't need heavy artillery right now; let's start with the Glock Pistols I gave you," Emanuele suggested, leading Isabella to a secluded corner of the shooting range, where they were alone.

This was Emanuele's exclusive shooting range, off-limits to anyone without permission.

Emanuele pulled Isabella close, her back against his chest. His arms wrapped around, hands gripping hers. At this proximity, Isabella caught the scent of Emanuele's commanding cologne and felt the rise and fall of his chest with each breath.

"Now, lock your elbow and aim at the target in front of you," Emanuele instructed, snapping Isabella back to attention.

Damn it, she got distracted by Emanuele's proximity at this critical moment. Now was not the time for wandering thoughts; she needed to focus on her marksmanship lesson.

Emanuele leaned down, near Isabella's neck, aligning his perspective with hers for precise targeting.

"Now, squeeze the trigger. The recoil might push you back, but don't be afraid," Emanuele's breath whispered in Isabella's ear, quickening her heartbeat, challenging her concentration.

Emanuele's hand secured Isabella's waist, maintaining her balance. Although Isabella had fired guns before, even killed Chloe, she appreciated Emanuele's reminder.

Isabella fired a shot, the recoil causing her to lean into Emanuele's embrace. He steadied her, but seeing where her shot landed left her a bit disheartened.

"I didn't even hit the edge. You make it look easy," she confessed, realizing how challenging it truly was.

"It's okay, Isabella. You're a beginner. Take it slow. Get familiar with the feel of shooting; let it become an extension of your arm," Emanuele reassured.

He knew Isabella had fired before, driven by emotions. Now, he wanted her to learn calm shooting, to genuinely feel the act.

Isabella nodded, acknowledging Emanuele as a patient and effective instructor.

"Come on, Isabella, shoot again."

She obeyed, firing another round.

"Once more."

Isabella emptied the magazine.

Emanuele guided her through reloading, saying, "I'll teach you how to reload. See, like this..."

Isabella nodded, determined to remember each step. A small handgun turned out to be quite a study, and she chuckled at her earlier thoughts of trying heavy weaponry.

Emanuele probably found her naivety amusing.

When Isabella finally hit the target, Emanuele praised, "Great job, Isabella. You're progressing quickly. I should reward you."

As he spoke, he grabbed Isabella's buttocks and his hands began exploring her lower half.

Subsequently, Isabella's pants were undone by Emanuele.

He ran his hand down Isabella's bottom, between her legs, and began to touch her.

Isabella feels her body trembling, and she has to make an effort to maintain balance.

"Shoot, baby."

"If you continue like this, I'm afraid I might hurt you unintentionally."