Black Lagoon Revy Guns Novels & Stories

Mom's voice cracked, and that was somehow worse than if she'd just said it mean. "What if we're setting her up to get hurt? What if she finds her mate tomorrow and he rejects her because she can't shift? You know how this works." I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. The blankets slipped from my hands and hit the ground with a soft thud that felt too loud in my ears. "Pick those up, kid." I spun around and there was Gamma Luca, watching me with those eyes that saw too much. My face burned hot because he knew I'd been listening and there was no point pretending otherwise.

It has been a habit since they were kids. “Do you even have an idea what my Beta did just to save your pretty face?” Marcus asked angrily, but when Nadine became pale, he darted his eyes away. Nadine frowned after she distanced herself from Marcus. She remembered hearing the sounds of gunshots earlier. Did his beta fire some shots too? “Why did you have to use guns? You could have just trampled those guys with your claws, or bite them!” Marcus groaned and replied, “In a broad daylight? Do you think it’s a good idea if someone will find those dead bodies?”

“They tried shooting me twice but they missed. It's a MCMillan TAC-50 gun. A far distance gun, like a sniper.” "Wait, did you just say MCmillan TAC-50? It has three bullets, two missed, one hit the Don right? The….black goths, that's their mafia gun. They all use MCmillan TAC-50, no other weapon! They're Landon's biggest rival before he died!” Dylan said. “They want our assets!" He added. My eyes widened. "The black goths?! Wait….. you mean the same one who their boss has-”.

A huge black wolf with large teeth, growling at me with hunger. Fear engulfed me at the sight of this monster! I have never seen such height nor a black wolf before. And most especially, its eyes. They are... Green?

“Probably because they don’t want to fight either. They looked too tired. Like they needed help more than a fight. Lyra, do you even know Song Pack’s signature color?” Caught off guard, I shrug. “No. I always thought it didn’t matter. I mean… I grew up a Running River warrior. My mate is Running River. This territory’s unfamiliar. Why would I care about a rival’s colors?” “Silver,” Bram says, with certainty. “Their color is silver.” “That’s… cool? I mean, I’ve always been partial to silver, but what does their banner color have to do with whether it’s safe to be on their land?”

Maybe… Maybe this was how it was always meant to be. Nina received one of the most exquisite dolls I had ever seen, crafted with such detail that it looked almost exactly like her. It was the kind of doll she had always wanted, the kind that was nearly impossible to find back in Moonglow. Nico, on the other hand, was gifted a sleek remote-control car, its polished body gleaming under the light, with tiny headlights that flickered to life and a working radio that made him gasp in pure delight. Both gifts were far more elaborate than anything I had expected.

Queen Mother Rhea smiled at me with a cold gleam in her eyes and slowly raised her small silver dagger. The warm candlelight from the iron wall sconces reflected off the sharp edge of the polished blade. I tightened my grip on the heavy brass candlestick in my left hand and prepared to swing it at her head if she lunged forward. Rhea did not charge across the room or try to stab me in the chest with her weapon. She paced across the black marble floor with a slow and calculated grace while she inspected my ruined appearance.

The legal team is still on the quay or halfway up the ramp, too close for comfort. The canvas over the unit lifts another inch. No wind touches it. Kovac takes a pole hook from the wall and yanks the cover free. The machine underneath is taller than I expect, narrow as a coffin stood upright. Cracked glass front. Copper coils behind mesh. Hand crank on one side. Paper slot below. No screen. No bright button pretending harm has become modern. Faded blue letters read: FIELD RECOIL ASSIST / SAINT LARK MOBILE NODE Under that, stamped later in black:

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

SCARLET (EVE SANCHEZ)POV "I can assure you Mr Black that you won't regret working with us... As you already know, we are the best in this field, and despite having so many other franchises, we are still at the top of the charts, once you give your approval for this project, we will not only own the chart but the returns will be used for the betterment of the country" I explained with a smile on my face. Mr Black smiled. "A lot of people want that land that you are after Scarlet Antonio Rivera... And you are so young... "