My Challenge.

Time To Learn A Lesson.

Walter laughs and plays the video back, "You didn't notice it, watch it again." I watch the video again and my eyes widen in realization, "That motherfucker!!"

Kade POV

I only asked Jasmine those questions out of curiosity. Her answers did surprise me a little. I thought she would be her usual self and be excited about the fact of being in a gang or a mafia. I am in the garage cleaning my bike. My dad brought me a motorcycle a year ago. I've only ridden it once or twice.

"Are you getting on that deathtrap again?" I look up and see my mom standing in the doorway with her arms cross, "Maybe." She lets out a soft laugh, "What are you doing back?" She rolls her eyes and I go back to cleaning my bike, "Can't a mother come and see her children?" I look at the finishing touches, "Who's the girl Charlee keeps telling me about?"

I drop my head and let out a long a sigh, "She's no one." She comes up to me and I lean against the wall, "So this no one has been over at this house a few times, right?" I shrug my shoulders and she laughs, "Sooner or later I will meet your girlfriend." She walks away after that, "She's not my girlfriend."

I pick up my helmet and hang it on the bike. I throw my leg over and speed out of the garage. Time to teach a short lesson.

Five minutes later

"Are we going to play again?" Jasmine asks as she jumps and down on her bed. I grow through her closet and pull out a pair of jeans. "Get dress, wear these jeans." She arches her eyebrow in confusion, "Where are we going? Are you taking me on a date?!" I sit down on her bed, "Nope." She stops jumping and pouts.

She takes her shirt off and put on the jeans, "Bring a jacket with you." She gets on top of me, "Can I get a matching jacket?"

"Don't care what you get. Hurry up and finish getting ready." She gets off of me and goes to her closet, "I'm going to wear a black cami. Is that okay?" She comes out of her closet with a cami on and a black jacket in her hand, "Wear closed toed shoes."

She puts on some Jordans and I stand up. We walk downstairs and head outside towards my bike. "What the hell?! There's no way in hell I'm getting on that thing?!" I lean against the bike, "You don't have to do what I say, but if you don't the deals off. I guess you don't want me to fuck you." She throws her head back, "I do, but getting on this is a little too much. What happens if we get in an accident? What happens if I fall off?"

I hold up the helmet, "That's what this helmet is for." She glares at me when she notices my teasing tone, "Kade, I'm serious! What the fuck can a helmet do?" I shrug my shoulders, "Keep your head from getting squash."

I show her a mocking smirk, "This is the first time I'm allowing you to wrap your arms around me. You want to miss out on that chance." She lets out a little whimper and then slowly take the helmet out of my hand, "My hair is going to get ruined." She puts the helmet on and I get on the bike. She gets on after me and wraps her arms around me, "I get to hug you without you glaring at me!!" I roll my eyes at her excitement.

All of sudden she hits me on the head, "Where the hell is your helmet?!" I glare at her and she flinches, "Sorry." She mumbles under her breath. I turn the bike on and speed off, "Ahhh!! I don't like this!!" I speed up even more and she squeezes me tighter, I let out a low chuckle. When was the last time I actually laughed or smiled? I just chuckle for the first time in a long time.

We stop at a light, "H-How long until w-we get to where we n-need to be?" I rev my bike up, "Two hours."

Two hours later

We finally stop and Jasmine quickly gets off the bike. "I think I almost died! Why the fuck were you going so fast?!" She takes the helmet off and I take it out of her hands before she could throw it on the ground during her tantrum. "For the love of God, if there is a bus that will take me home, I'm taking that damn bus!" She kicks the dirt and we hear people laugh.

We look towards the people and Jasmine fixes her hair and calms herself down. "First time on a bike?" A man asks Jasmine, "Yes. What is this place anyway?" I hang my helmet on my bike and walk past her, "Shooting range." She catches up to me, "Excuse me, what? Did you just say a shooting range? Why the hell are we at a shooting range?" I ignore her question and enter the building, "Give us a private room."

The guy behind the desk nods his head and hands me two sets of earplugs and glasses. "I'm not shooting a gun! What the fuck do you got me doing today?! First, you had me get on that damn deathtrap and now you're making me shoot a gun!" I grab a bunch of guns and head to the room I just rented for us.

I put a gun together and aim at Jasmine, she freezes once she sees that the gun is in her face. I turn around and shoot the targets in front of us.

"I'm going to teach you how to shoot."