Chapter 24 – The Dawn After the Perfect Night
Los Angeles, November 2014 – The Day After
The sun began to stream through the enormous windows of Jacob Stewart's luxurious penthouse in Los Angeles. The golden light illuminated the spacious room, revealing crumpled silk sheets, clothes scattered on the floor, and, most importantly, four of the most beautiful women in the world resting peacefully on the king-size bed.
Gisele Bündchen was the first to open her eyes. Her body was still partially covered by the white sheet, and she felt a smile form on her lips as she remembered the previous night.
She stretched slowly, feeling her muscles relax and a pleasant warmth spread through her body.
Beside her, Adriana Lima let out a soft moan before opening her eyes.
"Hmmm..." She turned to Gisele, her dark hair falling onto the pillow. "Tell me this wasn't a dream."
Gisele laughed softly.
"If it was a dream, it was the best one I've ever had."
Alessandra Ambrosio, still with her eyes closed, chuckled softly.
"If it was a dream, I don't want to wake up."
Heidi Klum was the last to wake up. She turned, yawning and stretching before opening her eyes and seeing the others already awake.
"Good morning, girls." Her voice still carried a hoarse tone from the previous night.
Adriana looked around, as if noticing someone's absence.
"Where's Jacob?"
The women exchanged glances.
Then a delicious aroma of fresh coffee and pancakes began to fill the room.
Alessandra sat up quickly, the sheet sliding smoothly over her body.
"I can't believe it…"
Gisele smiled, already imagining what was happening.
"Jacob is cooking."
Heidi got out of bed, picked up a silk robe that was lying on a chair, and put it on elegantly.
"A man of many talents, indeed."
Adriana laughed, getting up as well and picking up one of Jacob's shirts from the floor to put on.
"Let's see what he's made for breakfast."
The four of them left the room, going down the stairs towards the kitchen.
And there he was.
Jacob Stewart, wearing only gray sweatpants, barefoot, cooking as if he were born for it.
His well-defined muscles moved with every movement, and his hair was tousled in an absurdly sexy way.
He had his back to them, holding a frying pan while flipping pancakes in the air with impressive dexterity. On the counter, there was a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice, a steaming coffee maker, and plates already prepared with fresh fruit, eggs, and bacon.
Gisele crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, observing the scene.
"And I thought you couldn't get any more irresistible."
Jacob turned at the sound of her voice and smiled.
"Good morning, sleepyheads."
Heidi raised an eyebrow, analyzing the scene.
"Jacob Stewart, the Hollywood star and now… private chef?"
He laughed as he placed another pancake on his plate.
"Let's just say I like to surprise."
Adriana sat on one of the stools at the kitchen island, grabbing a cup of coffee.
"So you not only fight, act, and dominate the red carpet… but you also cook?"
Jacob placed a plate of pancakes in front of them and winked.
"And wait until you try this."
Alessandra took a piece of pancake and tasted it. Her eyes widened immediately.
"My God… this is really good."
Gisele bit into a piece and moaned with pleasure.
"Jacob, you're a danger to humanity."
He laughed, pouring himself some coffee and sitting down at the table with them.
"I like to take good care of my guests."
Heidi took a sip of her coffee and looked at him with a curious smile.
"So, does that mean every woman who spends the night here gets a five-star breakfast the next day?"
Jacob smiled slightly.
"Only the special ones."
The four laughed, exchanging knowing glances.
Adriana leaned over the table, looking at him intently.
"Then I guess we'll have to repeat this experience to guarantee more breakfasts like this."
Jacob laughed, taking another bite of his pancake.
"Girls… You'll always be welcome."
And so, amidst laughter, seductive glances, and an unforgettable breakfast, the morning after the perfect night continued.
Chapter 25 – The New Hobby: Competitive Shooting
December 2014 – Seeking a New Challenge
The cool December wind blew gently through the streets of Los Angeles, but inside Jacob Stewart's private gym, the heat and the sound of weights hitting the floor filled the space.
Jacob took a deep breath as he finished his last set of weightlifting. He had already run five kilometers in the morning, done his calisthenics routine, and trained at the gym.
But lately, he felt something was missing.
He had always been driven by challenges. Achieving peak physical condition for John Wick had been a clear goal. Now, with the film established as a worldwide success and his schedule full of meetings, he wanted a hobby. Something that would challenge him, but also be fun.
And then, he remembered something.
Target shooting.
During his training for John Wick, he had spent months handling firearms under the supervision of the world's best tactical instructors. At the time, he trained in combat tactics, entry into enclosed environments, and realistic firearms handling to ensure the scenes were authentic.
He had thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
And now, he wanted to turn it into something serious.
Jacob picked up his cell phone and began researching competitive shooting. He knew there were various types of competitions, but one in particular caught his attention:
USPSA – United States Practical Shooting Association
It was the largest practical shooting federation in the United States, where shooters competed on dynamic courses, using high-performance, high-speed pistols.
Jacob was captivated by the competition videos.
The shooters were extremely fast, moved with precision, and demonstrated absurd control of their weapons.
He then remembered a familiar name: Taran Butler.
Taran was one of the main instructors who helped train John Wick. He was a USPSA champion and owner of one of the most renowned shooting clubs in the US, Taran Tactical Innovations.
Jacob picked up the phone and called Richard Calloway, his agent.
"Richard, I need your help."
"That's never a good thing..." Richard laughed on the other end of the line. "What is it?"
"I want to start competing in practical shooting. I want to find the best instructors and a club to train at."
Richard was silent for a second.
"Are you serious?"
"Totally."
"Well, then you need to talk to Taran Butler."
Jacob smiled.
"I was already thinking about that."
Two days later, Jacob drove to Taran Tactical Innovations, located on the outskirts of Los Angeles.
As soon as he arrived at the shooting range, he was greeted by Taran Butler himself, who smiled when he saw him.
"John Wick himself! What brings you here, Jacob?"
The two shook hands, and Jacob looked around, observing the metal targets and shooting ranges set up on the site.
"I want to learn competitive shooting. For real."
Taran smiled.
"You don't just want to play around on weekends, do you? You want to compete for real."
Jacob nodded.
"Exactly. I want the best trainers, I want the best equipment, and I want to become one of the best."
Taran crossed his arms and analyzed Jacob.
"You already have the foundation. Your training for the film gave you an advantage. But competitive shooting is a whole different world. It's speed, precision, and strategy all at once."
Jacob smiled.
"I'm ready to learn."
Taran nodded.
"Then let's begin now."
Jacob was led to the shooting range, where Taran placed a custom-built competition pistol before him.
— This is an STI DVC 3-Gun, one of the best pistols for the USPSA. Light, fast, and with a smooth trigger.
Jacob picked up the gun and felt its balanced weight. He loaded the magazine, pulled back the slide, and aimed at the target in front of him.
Taran put an electronic timer in his pocket and smiled.
— Let's see how you do. Shoot the target as soon as I beep.
Jacob took a deep breath.
The timer beeped.
He pulled the trigger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three quick shots hit the center of the target.
Taran raised an eyebrow.
— Not bad for a beginner.
Jacob smiled and lowered the gun.
— But I want to be better than that.
Taran laughed.
— Then get ready. Because from now on, you're going to train like a pro.
Jacob didn't just want to learn. He wanted to be the best.
With the help of Taran and Richard, he hired former Special Forces operators to train him in the most advanced tactical and competitive shooting techniques.
Among the trainers were:
Kyle Lamb – Former Delta Force member, specialist in advanced combat tactics.
JJ Racaza – Elite professional marksman, record holder for speed and accuracy.
Shay Akins – Defensive shooting instructor and one of the best competition strategists.
The training became intense.
Jacob spent hours training, refined his posture, and improved his draw and reload speed.
He learned to move fluidly through the shooting range, to calculate the best strategy for each lane, and to shoot under time pressure.
And, most importantly, he was falling in love with this world.
After a month of intense training, Jacob participated in his first USPSA amateur tournament.
Even as a rookie, his performance was impressive. He not only finished in the top 15, but was also recognized for his impeccable control and speed.
At the end of the competition, Taran congratulated him.
"Jacob, you really have a talent for this."
Jacob smiled.
"And I'm just getting started."
Richard, who was watching, shook his head and laughed.
"First you dominate Hollywood… Now the world of competitive shooting?"
Jacob put away his pistol and looked at the bullet holes.
— Richard… I've never been one to do things halfway.
And so, Jacob's new hobby became more than just a pastime.
He was now officially in the world of competitive shooting.
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