She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 146

Chapter 146 Gun Club Competition

The next morning dawned over Alerith.

Freya had already washed and dried the clothes she'd worn the day before.

Freshly dressed and ready to go, she sat in the living room, waiting for Kristian.

Half an hour later, the two of them shared breakfast and then headed out together.

Their destination was a legitimate gun club nestled in the heart of city, one that required both a membership and

a referral letter for entry. Kristian had, of course, already taken care of all the formalities.

It took them an hour to reach the club.

Kristian, well-acquainted with the manager, was greeted with a warm, familiar smile. "It's been quite stime

since we last crossed paths, Kristian."

"It has been a while," Kristian replied, falling naturally into conversation.

"And who might this be?" the manager asked, his eyes drifting curiously toward Freya.

Kristian's expression shifted, his eyes dimming slightly as he began, "My..."

"Just a friend. Freya Briggs," Freya cut in, introducing herself with a composed smile.

Something in her gut told her that if she didn't interrupt, Kristian would've said something she wasn't ready to

hear.

Kristian glanced her way; that had indeed been his intention-to introduce her as his wife.

"This way, please," the manager said with a knowing glint in his eyes before gesturing them forward. "A

professional will be along shortly to teach you how to shoot. Follow me."

They walked in silence down the corridor that led to the shooting range.

Freya and Kristian were each assigned their own professional instructor.

The manager, Mack Russell, happened to be Damon Russell's cousin. Observing Freya's focused demeanor, he

leaned toward Kristian and muttered, "You and Ms. Briggs-there's no way you're just friends, is there?"

Kristian rarely had female companions, which made Mack all the more intrigued.

"Indeed, we're not just friends," Kristian admitted, already familiar with every corner of the shooting range from

past visits.

Mack's eyebrows lifted with interest. "Oh?"

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"She's my ex-wife," Kristian said eventually, weighing Freya's reaction and deciding not to go with wife.

Mack was visibly startled.

With wide eyes, he asked, "When did you get married? How did | not know? Does Damon know?"

"He does," Kristian replied coolly.

"That's too much! So he gets a heads-up, but not me?" Mack grumbled, feeling somewhat slighted. "You did even

inviteto the wedding."

Even more shocking was the fact that Kristian's marriage had never made it into the news.

"There was no wedding ceremony,” Kristiah said, pausing mid-motion as he held the gun, a storm of mix feelings

flickering across his face.

He didn't elaborate, and once the instructor wrapped up his briefing, Kristian turned his attention to Frey who

had just finished hers as well.

Not wanting to pry further into their past, Mack changed the subject. "Just here for sfun today?" he aske

"No, we're here to compete," Kristian said, his eyes already locked on a target fifty meters away.

Mack's lips twitched with amusement. Kristian always did have a mischievous streak.

Leaving him to his game, Mack strolled over to Freya and chatted with her, "Letgive you a hand. Kristian":

been practicing since he was a kid, and the club's shooting record? It's his."

"That's alright," Freya replied, her tone steady and unfazed.

"You sure you don't want a little help?" Mack asked, a protective instinct kicking in.

Freya seemed too graceful, too delicate, to be thrown into a shooting match with someone like Kristian.

But Freya knew her way around a firearm. As soon as the gun was in her hands, the old familiarity washed over

her. “No, but thank you,” she said politely.

Seeing her calm refusal, Mack didn't press the issue.

Aside from the two professionals observing, Mack himself was curious to see how

this composed young woman would handle losing.

"Five bullets, highest total rings wins," Freya said to Kristian.

"Alright," Kristian agreed.

He took a textbook shooting stance, focusing intently on the fifty-meter target.

Five sharp cracks echoed through the range.

Each shot hit dead center. Fifty rings.

The result cas no surprise to the club regulars or to Mack, who had seen Kristian pull this off more times

than he could count.

The training and safety briefings were merely formalities for someone like him.

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Kristian handed his gun back to a staff member, then turned to watch Freya.

Mack, too, had his eyes on her.

He expected at least a flicker of nerves-fifty rings was no small feat. But Freya looked calm. Unbothered. As i

what she'd just seen meant nothing.

She raised her gun and pulled the trigger.

Bam! The shot sliced clean through the air, landing straight in the bull's-eye.

The staff member beside her dropped his stoic mask, blurting, "Holy crap!"

Ten rings.

Was she really new to this?

Mack and Kristian were equally stunned.

Mack had assumed she might have natural talent, but hitting a bull's-eye on her first shot?

Kristian, meanwhile, was quietly reevaluating everything he thought he knew about her-first the cards, now this.

Just how many secrets did Freya keep tucked away?

Before the shock wore off, Freya fired four more shots-each one dead center.

"Is this really your first time?" the staff member asked, clearly impressed.

At fifty meters, landing ten rings was child's play for him-every pro at the club could pull it off without breaking a

sweat.

But wasn't this young woman supposed to be a total novice?

"I've shot before," Freya answered, cool and collected. "But it's been a while." "Kristian, looks like your ex-wife's

got quite the skill set," Mack joked, thoroughly impressed. "Beating her might not be so easy."

Kristian's brow furrowed slightly, instinctively rejecting the term ex-wife.

Freya glanced toward the outdoor range and then back at him, proposing, "How about three hundred meters

straight, one shot to settle it?"

Mack blinked in shock.

Kristian, too, appeared momentarily caught off guard.

Seeing his silence, Mack turned to Freya. He genuinely feared for her. Three hundred meters was no joke-

nowhere near the sas fifty.

"Maybe start with a hundred meters? Three hundred's quite the jump," Mack offered gently. “If you're not used to

that range, it's easy to miss altogether." He was trying to be realistic.

At a hundred meters, Freya might stand a chance.

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If Kristian made even the tiniest error, she could take the win.

"That's unnecessary. Three hundred meters," Freya said firmly, her voice even,

her gaze steady as it settled on Kristian, waiting.

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