"Babygirl," Adrian said, his voice low and steady, carrying a hint of dark amusement that sent a shiver down Raya's spine. "If you pull that trigger, you might mistakenly kill your man."
Raya simply smiled, a slow, mischievous curve of her lips that held no real threat, only playful defiance. Then, without the slightest concern, she lowered the gun from Adrian's chest and pointed it back toward the paper target at the far end of the range.
Unfortunately, Adrian's men didn't relax nearly as quickly. Several guns remained aimed directly at her, fingers hovering near triggers, bodies tense and ready.
Only Stephen and Grigor seemed calm enough to lower their weapons immediately, their trust in her, or perhaps in Adrian's judgment... evident.
Raya noticed the difference. One eyebrow lifted in mock surprise. "Oh?" she said, glancing around the room with exaggerated innocence. "So somebody actually trusts me that much."
