Page 79 of The Devil's Revelation
We’re going to break you.
Worthless. Stupid. Incompetent.
All the words echo round and round in my head and Syn and I are soon engaged in a deeper battle than before. I have no fighting skill, but I have anger, and I have the drive to make this far from easy. Syn’s gunmetal blue eyes are intense on mine as we clash over and over. She’s not going easy, and even as every muscle screams in protest and pain, I ignore it.
I have something to prove to myself. I’m not weak, and if these mob assholes want to take me out, they’re going to have a fight on their hands. I’m not a quitter, and I will fight until the very end.
By the time Syn has me on the ground again, I’m getting tired and she can tell. She tries to pin my arm, but I quickly counter and manage to buck her off and flip her over so I’m on top of her. Syn grins up at me from the ground, but then she does some kind of SpiderMan move and flips me over her head and I go flying, landing on the grass with a thud. I groan as I land, and she quickly straddles me, pinning my arms again. “Damn, girl, you really put up a fight that time,” she praises, breathing hard. “These assholes are going to get a surprise if they make the mistake of trying to grab you.”
I just moan, unable to form the words. “I think you broke her,” Rose laughs as she comes over to help us to our feet. “I think we can call it good on this stuff now, right?”
“Yes, please,” I whine, scraping off the dirt.
“Target practice time it is then,” Rose says excitedly.
Syn grins widely. “I brought some extra special targets for us to use too,” she says gleefully, rubbing her hands together.
“Probably a dummy with a picture of Stone’s face on it,” Sage jokes.
Syn rolls her eyes. “You really need to get over your obsession with Stone and I getting together. It’s not going to happen.”
“Denial,” Sage sing-songs.
Syn ignores her and we make our way over to the small shooting area that Rose set up for us while we were doing the hand-to-hand training. I see a couple bales of hay and some bottles on top of them about fifty yards away. Directly in front of me is an X spray-painted into the grass with white paint. “Seem right?” Rose asks Syn.
Syn nods and grins excitedly. “I think we need to spice things up a bit, though, don’t you?”
She walks away and I look at Sage in confusion. “I feel like I should be worried.”
Sage snickers. “Probably. Everyone says I’m the crazy one, but Syn is the kind of quiet crazy that is much more dangerous. I like to think I’ve rubbed off on her a bit over the years so she didn’t become a menace to society or a stick in the mud.”
“No worry about that with you around,” Rose jokes good-naturedly.
We all watch as Syn goes behind the hay bales and then comes out dragging something that I can’t quite make out. It looks like a dummy, but not quite. It’s not until she props it up that I realize what I’m looking at and burst out laughing. Sage and Rose immediately follow, and Sage is grabbing for her phone to grab a picture quickly. “Oh my God,” she snorts. “That’s awesome. I’m so proud of you, Syn. You’ve finally embraced the crazy.”
In front of us is a dummy with a tiny dildo attached to the front, along with a bunch of red X’s painted over it. Though around the dildo is a huge circle, and some red on the tip, like a bullseye. It’s so ridiculous that I have to hold on to Sage for support as I try to control myself. “W-W-Where d-did you get the tiny dildo?” I gasp out, tears running down my face.
Syn is grinning at us. “It took some searching, but I finally found one that was super small. I wanted to make sure that it was a, excuse the pun, hard target to hit.”
“I need so many pictures,” Sage gasps out, moving away and heading towards it. “This is so awesome. Please tell me you use this with your cop clients.”
“I do with the one who are dicks,” Syn smirks. “Usually they shut the hell up after that point. I’ve had a few senior cops laugh and try to hit the dick, but they always miss. I think they have too much sympathy for the male appendage to actually hit it.”
“I don’t think you’ll have that problem here,” Rose rasps out, wiping her eyes. “That’s going on the damn Christmas card.”
“You have a Christmas card?” I ask.
“Not yet, but after this, I’m going to start,” Rose vows.
“I really want to drag this into the clubhouse and put it in someone’s bed for them,” Sage says with such utter glee on her face she looks almost crazed. “I just need to figure out who.”
“I could give some suggestions,” Syn says drily.
Sage rolls her eyes. “Stone wouldn’t be much fun. We need someone with a really good reaction. Leave it to me.”
“You’re assuming that it will still be salvageable,” I remind her.
“I have multiples,” Syn assures me. “Alright, let’s get practicing before the guys figure out where we are and try to ruin our fun.”
