Ten minutes later, three sleek black cars rolled into the suburban shooting range.

William stepped out, his polished leather shoes hitting the ground with a faint thud. His face was taut, lips pressed into a thin line, a soft hint of red giving them a natural flush.

Sophia stood nearby, her smile bright and charming. "Thanks for cooperating," she teased.

William let out a huff, striding past her with the kind of confident steps that screamed ...