apartment. I hated it at first after leaving our big house. Then, I started to come around to it. I began to even think of it as my new home.
Now, it felt like a burial ground. It was the place where my father died. It was where my old life ended.
“Okay, let’s get the hell out of this awful place.”
“Good,” I critiqued, taking off my ear muffs. The M9 was a bit large for her size but it had plenty of stopping power. “You just need to be more conscious of the recoil in between shots.”
Kelly nodded and reloaded the gun. “I think I’m getting the hang of it.”
During the past two weeks, I had trained Kelly in how to protect herself. There would be times where she would be alone without me to defend herself. She needed to learn how to handle herself. More importantly, I had big plans for her.
I rented out a private session at a local firing range so I could teach Kelly in peace. It was expensive but most of the money went to silencing the owner. Not that I couldn’t afford it with my sizeable contract payments. Thankfully, she proved to be a quick study.
Then again, shooting at targets at firing range was a world of difference than shooting at people who could fire back at you.
In the safe house, I taught her some basic martial arts. Kelly was less of a natural when it came to hand to hand combat. She had taken her attackers by surprise but a skilled fighter would’ve been able to dispatch her with ease. It was unlikely that Kelly would be able to go toe-to-toe with any of the elite Russian mafia enforcers. However, it would be enough for her to disarm an opponent and escape.
The young woman was curious about my trade as a hitman. I was less keen on teaching her my craft. I didn’t want her to follow in my path. She was just too pure and innocent for me to corrupt.
Nonetheless, I told her of how I worked a contract. I would either receive a dossier on my target or purchase the information myself. Then, I would follow and stake out the target. I would track their movements and find patterns. I would pinpoint the moment when the target was most vulnerable. Sometimes it would take less than a day. Other times I would spend weeks waiting for the perfect opportunity.
Besides, the training kept her mind off her father’s death. She was adjusting to her new life under my wing as well as any college student could. Becoming a hitman helped me deal with the loss of my mother. I wasn’t sure I would’ve liked for Kelly to follow in my line of work.
The sound of gunfire broke me out of my thoughts.
Kelly gave me a sheepish grin. “How’s that for center mass?”
I looked across to see a bullet hole through a bulls-eye. I glanced back at her and saw her hold the gun with both hands. She still hadn’t taken her eye off the sights. “Your form looks good.”
She was a natural shot but I didn’t want to tell her that. It would be better if she never had to fire and kill anyone. This was only to be a last resort.
“You told me you’re looking into why the Russian mafia is after me, Jackie,” Kelly began. “Have you learned anything new?”
“Not much to add,” I admitted. “Other than that’s it’s not the entire Russian mafia. It’s just one branch that’s based in Ukraine.”
She put down the gun. “What do you mean-”
Bringing out a folder full of documents, I glared at her lack of proper gun handling. “Safety.”
She cursed under her breath and put the gun into safety. For good measure, she made sure to unload the gun and clear the chamber. “Okay, what have you learned?”
This information cost quite a bit of money and effort to acquire. Many of my usual contacts either didn’t know what I was after or were feigning ignorance. The few that had information clamped up when I approached them. It took some money to