CHAPTER THREE

I walked over to Juice, handing him one of the Winchester Rifles. I had already given guns to all of the other guys, who were looking over the large and powerful rifles. I had my sunglasses on and my hair up to make sure I could see everything. About forty feet away were my newly bought gun targets for practices. The guys wanted to test out the rifles since almost all of them had never held one before. They wanted to see how powerful they were. We were way out of Charming and in about a half hour the sun would start to set. I bought all of the bullets needed and a large number of them as well as five targets. Gemma, Heck, Eli, and Pretty Boy were wanting to stay out of the shooting, knowing well to let the actual club members go first.

I'll admit that it was fun having them under my finger, for once I was teaching them what to do. This was new to them all, I was the one who had the knowledge and I can tell that it made them respect me, look up to me a little.

And that felt good.

I felt like I was one of them, like I wasn't the prospect, that I wasn't the girl amongst men, I was with them and I was working with them. And because of the way that they all acted towards me because of my knowledge made them indifferent. They didn't care. I was with them and they were working with me like I was already in the club, like I was already a brother.

It felt great.

I walked over to them, moving behind them, though when I started talking they all turned to look at me, "you know the normal, unwritten rules for guns. Don't point the gun at anyone, when you are done with it immediately put on the safety if you can. I already showed you all those and if yours doesn't have a safety, you handle it with the utmost care. The last thing we need are hospital trips. Don't play stupid with the guns, you know their damage. And don't move anywhere near between the guns and the targets unless everyone's gun is down."

They all nodded. The first group was Clay, Jax, Bobby, Chibs, and Kozik. I picked up my Winchester after double checking it was out of bullets before I got it into stance, everyone watching. The guns were all in the back of Heck's truck. We all grouped into vehicles to make sure that the cops didn't suspect anything and we were far enough that the sound might range far, but it shouldn't reach into Charming.

Once I knew that my gun was ready, I told them as I brought it up, "put it against your shoulder, most are pretty heavy, but make sure that you don't have slacked arms, tight and held tightly." I put my gun up, demonstrating to them. When it was up, I looked over at the five to see them doing the same. Once they were all in the stance I put my gun down and held it normally before telling them, "do you see the eyepiece? That's what you look for to see the target better." With my gun, I held it up in one hand, pointing to the eyepiece with the other. The five looked over at me, the others watching to know what they had to do. When they leaned a bit more into the gun to look through the eyepiece I smiled. I told them, "most will have a bit of a kickback, that's what they are supposed to do, so be prepared. Hold it against your shoulder as best as you can. The kick back will probably surprise you for the first time."

They nodded and got back into their stance. I walked behind them and I told them to go when they were ready. I crossed my arms, looking between them. Clay was the first to shoot and I noticed he moved a bit from the kickback. Bobby was next and from each person, it was then Chibs and Jax, Kozik going last just by a second behind Jax. When they were done the first shot, they put on the safety and turned around to look at me. I smirked and asked, "well, what did you think."

"You're right, they are a lot heavier. A lot harder to aim and shoot," Clay commented, rolling his one shoulder a bit.

I grinned, "not used to the kick back?"

He chuckled and Chibs said, "certain'lay different, not bad but on runs I wouldn't want ta use them. The need more control."

I nodded and looked at Bobby. He shrugged and said, "I like them. Like Chibs said I wouldn't use it on club runs, but for protecting my home I would trust this better than a glock or pistol. Seems like it would do more damage."

I nodded, "larger bullets with a bit more punch. They are hunting guns, designed to kill, not like pistol ones, small and can easily go through the body."

Kozik shrugged, "personally, not my thing."

I shrugged and Jax said, "I think it would be more to use if they weren't so big and heavy, hard to hide them."

I nodded, "like I said, used for hunting guns. Not exactly meant to be conspicuous."

The chuckled and I looked over their shoulders at the targets. All five of them got pretty good. Not in the middle or too close to it, but in the circles, which is a lot better than what some people can do. Hell the first couple of times I couldn't even get it on the targets. I said, "good job though. Not everyone can even get it on their first try with these guns. You all did pretty well."

The chuckled and Clay said, "Row, we can shoot guns."

I chuckled and asked, "you five want to do it again?"

Kozik was out and it was Juice who took his place. I went beside him, looking at everyone in the line up though, but I made sure he had the correct stance before I heard all five shoot. Juice was a pretty damn good shot. Third line from the middle. I patted his shoulder when he put his gun down, "Damn good job. You done this before?"

He shook his head and I chuckled, "well, lets see if it was a lucky shot."

I knew Juice didn't exactly always get encouragement and praise wasn't always on his table. I was glad to see the smile and short nod before he went into stance again, going on the positive feedback that I gave him. All of them kept shooting until their bullets in their guns ran out. After the safety was put on, I helped Tig, Piney, and Opie into their stance before watching them shoot. Piney only did a couple because of his age and health before putting on the safety and moving back from the other two. Opie was pretty good, not as good as Juice, but probably second best.

Once they were done, I brought out the other selections, laying them out on the back stand of the truck. I looked at Clay and asked, "well, what's the next one you want to try?"

Jax went foreward and picked up a gun, smiling, "how about this one."

I looked at it and smirked, "Alright. This one is loud. I remember that from when my dad and uncles used these. Their louder than the guns we just used."

He nodded and said, "bullet me."

I gave him a weird look before chuckling. I took the gun and I placed the bullets in it. It was one of those ones where you took the shells of bullets out by a crank. Once it was set, I walked carefully with the gun and him to the ranges and I told him as he stood on the other side of me, "I'll go first and show you how to change bullets. Did you ever have a plastic gun where you cranked it?"

Jax nodded. I told him, "it's like that. It'll have a bit of a kick, but not too much, nothing worse than the Winchesters."

Jax nodded again and all watched in interest and silence as I put the gun up and aimed it through the eyepiece. I held my stance for a couple of seconds before I pulled the trigger. I wanted to make sure I would get a good aim. I managed to hold myself from the kickback since I knew it was coming. There was a loud piercing but it was still the sound of a gunshot. I put the gun down and I used the black piece and moved it down and up. There was a clicking sound and a golden shell fell to the ground. I could hear slight cheering from the guys and I looked at the target. I was just on the line right before the middle. I smirked and turned to them, "told you I can aim like a motherfucker." They chuckled before I let go of my stance entirely.

I looked at Jax and carefully handed the gun to him. I moved and he got into stance on where I was. I stood beside him and made sure he had it right before I took some steps back. After a couple of moments of silence, Jax shot and I looked at the target as he lowered the gun. Pretty good, not as good as me but pretty good. Juice came up and asked for the next shot with the gun and Jax carefully handed it to him. I made sure Juice was in good stance before shooting. Like the other times, he was very good, still close to the middle circle target. Juice grinned and I said, "Really good. Are you sure that you have never used these types of guns before?"

Juice shook his head and I nodded. Bobby was up next and he took the gun before holding it up and shooting. He put it down and said, "I like this one."

I chuckled, "it looks pretty doesn't it?"

Bobby chuckled and said, "fuck off."

I grinned again before he took the gun, taking out the rest of the ammunition out. I looked up and saw Tig walk over with another gun. I chuckled and knew that gun right away. I asked him as he walked over, "are you sure that you want to try that one."

"Why shouldn't I, doll?" Tig asked with a grin.

I answered him, a small smile on his face, "well, for one thing it's got a kickback that will possibly give you a bruise." She remembered those, the gun that gave her a slight yellow bruise from the kickback when she practiced shooting with it with her father.

Tig chuckled and said, "no offense doll, but I think I got a bit more meat and muscle on me than you do."

I shrugged and told him before I crossed my arms, "Alright, whatever you say. Word of advice though, make sure your stance is tight and…" She unwrapped her arms before pulling down her jacket and the tank top and bra strap under it until it was just above her breast and you could see the shoulder. With her other hand, she made a fist below the bone of her shoulder right beside the starting crease from her arm and chest, "put it here. Believe me, you aren't going to want that right on the bone."

The others were listening and I could see some of them grinning, knowing that Tig was stubborn and that since I had experience, they knew he should listen to me. Tig chuckled and shrugged as I fixed myself up and looked over his stance as he made it. Even though he took her warning, he still thought she was kidding. She grinned and let him fire. After the shot was made, I saw him sway the slightest and he put down the gun. I bit my lip to hold in my chuckle and so did the others as Tig rolled his one shoulder where the gun was as he put it down. I asked him, a smile on my face, "got a slight kickback right?"

He looked at me and chuckled, as he said with a small smile on his face, "just a bit."

I shook my head and picked up the gun before walking to the guys. I unloaded the bullets and I took out the shell of the one used by Tig. Going to the group, I told them, glad how they listened so intently, "this is a Harrington & Richardson Ultra Slug Hunter. These babies take 12 Gauge bullets. And both the gun and the bullets pack a big punch, as Tig will tell you I am sure."

The others chuckled and I took out the bullets to show them, the large red ones. I showed them the already used one and said, "these things are full of little metal bullets. If you look at the targets, you will see that these get a wide range, not as far as the others, but are wide. These are the guns that you should buy for protecting property and Clay I would highly recommend them for the clubhouse." I moved out of the way so they could see the targets. There was a long line of small bullet holes all across the three Tig was near. I explained and gestured with my hands, "the bullets spread out so you are guaranteed to hit your target one way or another with a large amount of bullets. You aim to shoot beside a raccoon you will kill it. They are mostly used for deer or elk. They get the job done. And I bet you a human probably wouldn't live to tell the tale of getting hit by these guys."

Clay nodded. And I put the gun and bullets down before I said, "pick out your gun and give them a try. I've had experience with almost all of these." Opie chuckled and picked up a gun, "good, because this is fun."

I was glad, well more than glad. For once they actually really looked at me like I was one of them. I knew that Kozik wasn't too up with the guns, but he was still looking at me like I was a Son, not a prospect or a woman. For once I could show them something about me and they were really interested and they respected me. They didn't ignore me (though I knew Tig was playing) and they didn't try and call me out on bullshit. For tonight, I really felt like I was one of them and that feeling is the reason why I am trying so hard to be a Son.