DO NOT OWN. I officially love my reviewers! There are secrets being revealed, but I'm not sure I'm being clear about what's a 'secret' and what's an 'answer'. One star* is a secret, a secret revealed will be two stars**. I will update old chapters to clear up confusion. Sorry about that!

This chapter is more lemons with Connor/Meegan. Drama between the twins this time. *More secrets revealed*!

Song lyrics here? Let me know.

CHAPTER 11: Meegan, LOCATION: Murray Field, outside Boston

The impromptu shooting range was in the middle of some field in The-Middle-of-Nowhere, Massachusetts. We had driven for at least forty minutes the boys in the front seat, Bridget and I in the back seat, dozing off. At some point we must have stopped at the hotel where the boys were staying; they had guns and sunglasses now. Sexy sunglasses.

Each boy had two guns in holsters under their jackets. I watched as Murphy climbed out of the car without flashing the piece. He was all pro. Connor, too. Connor put an arm around me and gave me a very serious look then he put the piece in my hands.

It was so heavy. They had never looked heavy to me, especially because I was stronger than most, but it was so heavy in my hand. It was cold too. The target was just a piece of paper tacked to some hay bale. Connor told me it would be like punching a punching bag. Not at all the same thing. It was easy to shoot pieces of paper; it wouldn't be easy to shoot someone. They didn't stand still, fear would cloud my head, and the guilt would slow my reaction. I understood.

Bridget stood next to me holding her gun like the dangerous thing it was. She had it pointed down at a forty five degree angle held as far away from her as her arms could reach. It looked silly, but I felt the same way. I was scared to death of what I was holding. I liked a general sense of control and I felt like guns had a mind of their own. Connor could tell me everything about a gun and I would still be terrified to use one.

"You got all that?" He asked when he was done showing us how to load it, unload it, how to take the safety off and that we should never put our finger on the trigger unless we are going to shoot. Bridget nodded quickly, but not moving. Murphy smirked behind her. He thought she was cute. I could tell even if he was wearing sunglasses.

"Yeah, I think so." I answered.

"Okay, pop out the clip," he instructed. We both did. "Put it back in," we did. "Put a bullet in the chamber," both of our guns clicked at the same time. "Alright, aim."

I looked down toward my target and aimed with one hand. The paper looked so small and honestly they were. We would be aiming for the middle of the papers, like aiming for a heart. A shiver went through my body at that moment and I hoped no one saw. They didn't see. They were staring at Bridget.

"Are you left handed?" Murphy asked, looking at Bridget holding her gun.

"Yeah, does it matter?" She said in a voice that sounded like uncertainty. Not a normal tone for her.

"No, Connor's left handed. It's just kind of rare."

"Aye, rare, but cool," Connor said as he and Bridget high fived, left-handedly. I was jealous.

We went back to holding our guns steadily staring at the targets. I could think of a million excuses, but none of them would get me out of this. The cross hung heavy around my neck. I was scared. I didn't like it but I would have to do it. Bridget hadn't wanted to do it either, but she had a fierce look on her face. I took some of that strength for myself and prepared. 'You're not alone,' I told myself, thinking it was nice that Bridget was left handed. That way we could stand open to each other and shoot. It was kind of cool/would make a nice picture.

"Now, kickback on these guns isn't very strong, but it is there. It will mess up your shot if you don't control it," explained Connor standing behind me and reaching forward to my gun, holding it with me. I looked over Murphy was doing the same for Bridget… she was blushing. I felt the sting of heat in my cheeks too.

"Alright, click off the safety," Connor instructed us. My shaking hand took off the safety, but stayed far away from the trigger. Bridget's finger was resting just outside the trigger guard. I did the same thing.

"Ready to fire?" Connor whispered. I gave a cool nod, calming down from even more assurance I was not alone.

BRIDGET

"Ready, Bridget?" Murphy whispered to me, sending an invisible chill through my body. Every part of me was on pins and needles. This was like the top of a roller coaster. I hated to admit it, but having a gun in my hand was fucking exciting.

I looked over to Meegan who was shaking just a bit. I knew the minute she pulled the trigger she'd never be without a gun again. I smiled, she looked confused. Her light blue eyes wild, bangs falling out of her ponytail.

I nodded my head to Murphy. He put his hand over mine. Ready to take the kick back for me. I realized how important that was. Feeling the kick back with someone else was going to be important. I had laughed at plenty of internet videos of dumb chicks holding guns wrong and getting hit in the face with kick back. I giggled thinking about. Meegan finally smiled.

"Girls, fire on three," said Connor loudly.

"One," said Murphy.

"Two…" Connor.

"Three…" Murphy said followed by two perfectly timed gun shots; it sounded like just one. The crack of gunfire was deafening and the gun jumped wildly before Murphy clamped down on it with me. Meegan and I locked eyes before we even looked at the targets. Yeah, we would never go unarmed again.

CONNOR

After some more practice the girls gained ground on us. They became pretty good shots after two clips. Once they realized it was about body placement and a bit of luck they got it down good. Almost too good. I didn't know if I was impressed or scared. I knew Meegan was my ally but I didn't doubt for a second that Bridget would shoot me in the knee. She was tougher than a soccer ball. She hadn't even asked to keep the gun. She just tucked it into the front of her jeans. Bridget Kelly with deep red hair, ivory skin, freckles and big blue eyes; dangerous chick. I would have to ask Murph how he survived the dragon lady last night.

As we all got out of the car I caught a look at Meegan midriff in the side view. I could not handle myself around her. I was constantly objectifying her. Sure, I liked her, but I wanted to have sex with her more. It was uncharacteristic. Or was it? I was terribly practical about most things. It was practical to want Meegan. She was beautiful, all kinds of wild, young, restless and she wanted me too. It was only practical for me to want her so badly. It was just strange that my father sent her to me. Maybe he had sent Bridget to Murph, too, but that didn't make it any less curious. I didn't know. I decided to just figure it out as I went along.

After sandwiches Murph and I split off to talk about things as well as the girls. I closed the door to the empty bedroom as Meegan closed the door to Bridget's room. I turned to Murph.

"So how was the dragon lady last night?" I asked. He smirked. That was not what I was expecting.

"You have no idea." There was something in his eyes that wasn't as playful as he was trying to be. There was something off.

"Did you… ?"

"Yup. It was fantastic."

"She's got a boyfriend."

"I guess she doesn't care," he snorted, sounding peeved.

"You two aren' actin' like anything happened," I said, feeling a bit destroyed that Murphy had had sex twice now and I hadn't. My face was burning up. He could tell I was feeling off. Sometimes it was awful to be so in tune.

"What's the big deal? We've done this before," he said sitting on the futon, stretching out. Then his face changed. I had exposed myself. "You haven't. Fuck! I am so fucking stupid. Everyone thinks they can just lie to me."

I wasn't expecting this. Who was lying to him? "No, I haven't had sex. Sorry I lied."**

"Yeah, yeah," he said just dismissing my apology.

"Who's lying to ya?"

"You, Bridget… you know what? I don't care. Have fun with all you fucking lies."

"Has it occurred to you that I didn' tell you cause I was embarrassed?"

He sulked. He knew that was the reason he just wanted to throw a tantrum. Something was eating him and he wasn't talking about it. If he wasn't talking to me then he wasn't going to talk to anyone else. No one could even torture it out of him.

"Well, just screw Meegan then," he said simply. "Oh, sorry, 'make love' to Meegan."

"Which did you do with Bridget?" I asked, giving him the eye our dad would have given him. He covered his eyes with his hand and sighed. Shit. He made love to her. What had happened between then and today? It was just a few hours ago they 'made love'.

"Do what you want, man. I'm gonna go watch the television."

MURPHY

It took us all of two seconds to realize the girls were gone. "Fuck!"