Revenge Deal With The Devil-Chapter 75: SHOOTING RANGE

Amelia dragged Damon into all the rides with her, her energy seemed to be never ending as she would keep pulling on his shirt pointing to one ride or the other that they should try out.

"Hey let’s go try that one out." Amelia tugged on Damon’s sleeves pointing towards a shooting range with the prizes arranged on top.

Damon gave her a light smile and held her palm in his, holding her tightly as they strolled together to the range.

Parents that had brought their children out to play and other couples on a date would occasionally turn to their heads to check out Damon and Amelia together, they looked so compatible and like a model couple.

"Which prize do you want?" Damon asked setting the gun up as he looked at it round, it was to be loaded with darts and then aimed at the sprial target in front of them.

Amelia eyes trained on a headset, she wondered what it was doing there as it was the latest model of headphones released by DH enterprise earlier this year so how was it that it was here in a mere amusement park.

Damon traced her gaze and found it on the headsets, he released a deep chuckle, "Weird choice but okay." He said and without much thoughts took a stand and aimed for the target, his hand carefully placed in the trigger, when he was sure he would hit, he pressed the target and boom it hit the bulleyes but instead of staying in place it fell to the ground.

Both Amelia and Damon frowned seeing that it did not stay on the target which was unusual, Damon dropped in another dollar bin in the jar beside him and took his stance again, he was determined to win the headset for Amelia even if he could afford he thought maybe if he could win it like this it would have more impact on her than using money to buy it.

Damon shot the dart again but the same thing repeated itself, "Damon it’s rigged." Amelia said lowly disappointed that such tricks would be used to earn more money at an amusement park, it was quite pathetic.

"Rigged you say?" Damon asked with a raised eyebrow turning to look at the shop owner sitting at a corner with greed filled eyes looking at the jar hoping that Damon would drop another dollar to try again. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

He had been watching the couple since they entered the park and noticed that the man was ready to do anything for the girl, so when he saw them approaching his store he was elated because he knew of the girl wanted something the guy might end up spending his whole money to get it for her, so while they were not looking he had installed a transparent glass onto the target, no matter how well you shot it won’t stay on the target but fall off the ground which means more money for him.

The shop keeper furrowed his brows in confusion noticing that no more money was entering the jaw, he looked up and saw the couple staring at him with bloodthirsty eyes.

The looks they gave him sent shivers through his spine, could he had been figured out, the shop keeper wondered almost shitting in his pants wishing thee two of them would at least stop looking at him like that it was giving him the creeps, their aura did not also seem friendly at all.

"H... O.... W... How m....a....y I help you?" Thee. Shop keeper stuttered heading towards their direction praying that he would survive this, if he did he swore with his life he won’t ever try to do it ever again while he is working as a shop keeper.

"I give you ten seconds." Damon said in a cold voice making the shop keeper gulp, he had seen them acting like a normal couple before and thought maybe the guy was just some second generation rich kid that was trying to make a woman happy but that voice now held so much power in it.

Without arguing or anything, the shopkeeper directly turned and removed the glass attached to the target then turned showing it to them with his hands shaking.

Both Damon and Amelia did not respond to the show keeper action, "Carry that apple." Damon ordered the Shop keeper he wanted to pay him for what he did by rigging it so he would make sure he does not do it again, the shop keeper had almost made him look incompetent in front of Amelia.

The man quivered in fear and picked the apple up, he felt that if he dared to disobeyed this man his life would at risk.

"Good now place it on your head." Damon directed placing the gun on his shoulders looking at the shop keeper like he was a piece of art.

"Move to your right slowly." Damon said making the man move towards where the target was and then when he was in the place Damon wanted him to be, Damon gave him a stop signal assuming his stance ready to shoot.

"Damon, I know what he did was wrong but isn’t this going a little overboard." Amelia whispered into his ears concerned that Damon might lose it and kill the shopel keeper Infront of so many people in the public.

"Trust me." He said patting her head lightly, Amelia nodded after a while giving him the go ahead then Damon smirked turning to look at his new target.

The shop keeper felt his bladder going haywire seeing a gun pointed at him, it was just darts but If those darts hits the right places he could die too.

Damon shot the first one missing him by a breeze causing it to land just by the shop keeper ears, "Oops I missed." Damon gave a displeased face as he reloaded the gun again with a smile, the shop keeper felt that his trousers were already wet, his bladder had already given way.

Damon kept on repeating that pattern stacking the jar with cash as he did so, he purposely missed the apple aiming for other placing instead but was careful enough not to hit it.

The shop keeper was on the verge of tears wanting to scream out that he would never do it again but under the eyes of people who had come to spectate he could not bring himself to say it because he would be at the risk of getting fired from his job so he had to take the continuous teasing from Damon.

"Damon that’s enough now." Amelia said in a low voice, she felt sorry for the shop keeper who seemed to have already wet his pants, Damon sighed then put in one last dollar in the jar before firing for the last time hitting the apple.

"Get me the headset." Damon said rudely throwing the gun on the counter without any care.

The shop keeper with shaky legs carried the headsets and handed it over to Damon, why in world would this devil in disguise come to his shop.

"I don’t think I’m wearing any disguise though." Damon patted the shop keeper shoulder with force and grabbed Amelia’s hand heading out of that place.