Concealed Carry Bible Case Novels & Stories

His lips sealed into a thin line when she tried to open the door again and didn't put her seat belt on. "You have to let me get off. I need my bag. My passport, visa, everything is in the purse." He had yanked her with such force that the purse in her other hand fell off on the street before she found herself in the car. Ignoring the tremble in her voice, he reached into his pocket to pull out a 0.454 Casull and pushed it to her forehead. It was the same type of revolver she had trained with. The instructor told her it was claimed to be the most powerful handgun in the world.

Either way, he could not jinx his probable good luck. Richard rented a car as soon as they exited the major terminal. They climbed in with their bags of clothes. Richard had told Ire on the plane that they would rent harmed guns to use. “Just in case,” He had said. Ire waited in the car when they arrived at a place called Pistol Gallery. Minutes later, Richard came back with a silver briefcase. Ire gingerly unlocked the case and opened it. An unassembled sleek black hand gun winked at him. “LP4 Pistol. It's got a standard subsonic cartridge, high explosive clip on component and a rapid fire clip on component.”

I asked, watching him from the bed. He stopped, exhaling slowly before walking to the dresser and pulling out a small black case. When he turned around, he held it out to me. I raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” “Open it.” Curious, I flipped open the case. Nestled inside was a sleek Sig Sauer P365—a compact, lightweight handgun, I'd seen it a couple of times with the men in his security detail. I looked up at him in surprise. “Alex…” He sat beside me, his expression serious. “I know you can shoot, but I need to make sure you’re always prepared. With the baby coming, I can’t take any chances, there are bastards everywhere, we need to be ruthless because we're not a normal couple”

“If the security isn’t airtight, she abandons the trip. No negotiations.” Bukky inclined his head. “Understood.” “She’s trained,” I went on. “She knows how to handle herself. I taught her myself.” They all knew what that meant. “Give her a Glock,” I said. “Concealed. Modified. Light recoil. She knows the discipline. She knows restraint.” Milo’s jaw tightened slightly. “That’s… serious.” “So am I,” I replied. “This isn’t symbolism. This is survival.” Bukky nodded. “I’ll handle it personally.”

– M Taped beside it, embedded in the binding, was a delicate skeleton key. Silver. Cold to the touch. The kind made for antique trunks—or perhaps hidden locks. She closed the Bible and hugged it to her chest. The weight of it—the sacred, the whispered—held more gravity than the concrete cell around her. Magnolia hadn’t just left her with lies and blood and betrayal. She’d left her with options. A shudder ran through Savannah. She was no longer waiting for someone to save her.

Not now. While Cali was inside, I gathered weapons. Not too many—we didn’t want to look like a convoy—but enough for what we needed. My Glock. A rifle for the ridge line. A suppressor, in case we were followed. Burner phones. Med supplies. Stun kit. EMP cubes. By the time Cali emerged, Belle was dressed and pale but composed. She didn’t ask where we were going. Just held tight to her sister’s hand and followed us down the hall like she knew—like she felt—that something had shifted.

I holstered two Jericho’s under my jacket and placed two more on the table. I took my extraction backpack and left the other one in the safe. The extraction bag had everything I would need for a few days. I walked back to the wall and took two Karambit knives down and put them in the bag. I took eight extra magazines and slid them into their pouches inside the backpack. I closed the safe door and moved the steel work cabinet in front of the door. I stood back and moved the cabinet another inch to the side. Perfect. The safe door was now hidden from sight.

But at the front door, he said something, words leaving his tongue laboriously. "The Bible," he whimpered to me. Immediately, I ran back into his office, rummaging through the mess. It was in the most obvious place I didn't think to look in - on the last standing bookshelf, as the last standing book - the Hebrew Bible. And the irony was piercing - Abraham looked through every book that Ben owned except for the holy book itself. A book that would most like burn Abraham or his minion's hands if he were to touch it. Purposefully ignored, this sacred book had the parchments tucked throughout the pages of the 18th chapter of "2 Kings." My hands graced the leather cover, gliding over the "Holy Bib

Just a city full of strangers already running out of time. Gabe folded the paper once and set it down like evidence. “Pack. Two changes. Med kit. Batteries. Burners. We take the idols south.” Brooke met his eyes. “We’re going to follow him.” “This time we’re ending him,” Gabe said. They moved like people who had practiced not panicking. Brooke pulled a straight salt line across the mantel—a last, stubborn habit—and looped consecrated cord twice around her wrist. Iron nails slid into an inside pocket. Gabe opened the safe, checked pistols with guilty tenderness, counted silver-core magazines by touch. The short shotgun went into the holdall with shells to match.

"If Matteo dares to stops us, he declares himself illegitimate before the entire household. That’s one thing he doesn’t want to be branded." Sebastian nodded. "Which means..." He said quietly. Dominic finished quietly. "He has to welcome us." Enzo opened the black case. Inside the case contained communication earpieces instead of rifles, explosives or any assault equipment. It also contained encrypted phones, medical packs, compact flashlights, folded survey maps and small breathing masks. Michael and Althea’s carefully assembled trauma kits. Enzo looked around. "We're carrying only what we can explain." He explained patiently. "No heavy weapons."