Concealed Carry Bible Case Novels & Stories

with a frowning face. “Just do what he said, Tyler. They already saw your face with us,” Jerson insinuated. Jerson kept his gun in a holster that resided under his shirt. The holster is an Axis Elite. All Axis Elite holsters are prune to accept handguns equipped with suppressor-height iron sights and pistol optics, and T1C offers an option for pistols fitted with threaded barrels. For extra concealment, the carrier sits a little further on the inside than the holster itself, diminishing the holster’s overall footprint and reducing the risk of printing. Of course, Jerson got this from the compartment earlier from where he got his gun. “Why would I be targeted when I have nothing to do with yo

"Yes. But you can't just walk in and start making accusations. You need to rebuild your presence first, remind everyone who you are. Then you can go after Mouse." Sloane reached into a case beside him and pulled out several items. First, a shoulder holster with a sleek black handgun. "Your usual carry piece. Glock 19, modified trigger, hollow points. You're licensed for it, perfectly legal to carry." I took it, feeling the weight in my hand. It felt familiar in a way that was unsettling—muscle memory I didn't consciously possess guiding my grip. Next came a knife in a leather sheath. "Ka-Bar tactical. You always kept this in a boot sheath. Again, legal to carry, but in the Pit, it sends a me

She knew what she was looking for, and locating her weapon of choice took only a minute. "What about that one? Can I try it?" She asked as she pointed down into the case. "That's a good choice," the guy said. "That is a .357 revolver. Most women like the snub-nosed .357 for concealed carry if you want to try that one." Juliet shook her head. He pulled out the one she had originally pointed to and placed it on the glass. After picking out a few targets, some standard but mostly the ridiculous ones of zombies and clowns, Matthew paid for their rentals, the targets, and the ammo for each gun, much to her displeasure.

I smiled as I quickly rolled my eyes behind my closed eyelids so that he wouldn't see it, "I'll try not to stress about it. I really do highly appreciate you all taking care of things for me again." "Everyone deserves a break now and then. Especially you. Now, this is from both Bet and I," Mr. Kurtz reached behind a small pile of stacked square bales and pulled out a saddle holster that he had hidden. I tightly furrowed my brows in confusion as I shifted my gaze between the saddle holster and the man who reminded me of the happier version of the man painted in American Gothic. Mr. Kurtz started chuckling softly, "It's not empty, there's a semiautomatic 12 gauge inside ....."

she conceded. “Here,” he held out one of the knits. It was of a loose, thin, stretchy material. He grinned in delight when it fit over her stomach. “As if custom made,” he approved. That was a slightly disturbing thought. “Here,” Talen put a belt around her waist with a holster that strapped around her thigh. “This is a drop-leg holster and is probably the easiest for you to use,” he told her. “As is this,” he selected a gun from the bench. “This is a Glock 19. It’s semi-automatic, with no external safety and minimal recoil. It is a matter of point and shoot,” he stood behind her, placing it in her hands and guiding her to that motion. “And that is all. It goes in here,” he helped her place

He pressed his thumb against a discreet scanner hidden in the trim. Click-hiss. A hidden compartment slid out from the undercarriage of the vehicle. Inside, resting on black foam, lay pure devastation. Baek reached in. He pulled out two H&K G36C compact assault rifles, their matte black finish gleaming in the rain. He grabbed a bandolier of magazines. Then, he pulled out a Kel-Tec KSG shotgun, a bullpup pump-action nightmare capable of holding fourteen shells. Ryu’s eyes went wide. "Holy shit."

He put the grenade into the utility belt he wore that also contained two revolvers and a knife, all concealed by his long, black coat. “Seems like everything is changing so quickly,” Cale said aloud, though it seemed like he might be talking to himself. Aaron nodded, and placing his hands on his hips he said, “We’re going to have to start thinking about these things differently. Everything.” “Who else has the grenades?” Jamie asked, sitting down on the bumper.

How could he forget his boss's schedule for this evening? Taking only five minutes, Andrew finished his shower. He tossed the towel he had used onto the bed and headed towards the walk-in closet. Quickly, he put on his clothes, combed his hair, and sprayed perfume on his body. Andrew didn't forget to grab one of his favorite weapons, a Colt 1911, kept beneath the vanity table. The legendary handheld firearm, created by John Moses Browning, had a double-stacked (zig-zag) ammunition arrangement, with a magazine that could hold up to 14 .45 ACP caliber bullets. This small-sized firearm was a favorite among intelligence agents like Andrew. After ensuring the ammunition was full, Andrew tucked it

Then why the hell did her silence feel like someone had pressed a blade to his chest? It had to be because he hadn’t finished. He hadn’t fucked her yet. That’s why. That had to be it. Not because he cared. Not because he gave a damn. He groaned and ran a hand through his hair, damp and disheveled. His gaze swept the room until it landed on her satchel. He pulled it closer, flipping open the flap. The first thing inside was a worn Bible, its cover creased and faded, pages thinned from too much reading. He scoffed. “You need a new one, sweetheart.” He tossed it aside and rummaged deeper.

As I slide it open, instead of condoms, I see a freaking handgun inside. “What the fuck?” My breath catches in my throat as I gingerly pick up the firearm, confused. Why the hell would this thing be in a bedside drawer? It takes me a second to realize there is no magazine in it. Raylan has taught me that much. I tilt my head to see what else is here and yes, the ammunition is stored in a separate box with a number lock on it. That’s good. Of course, Mikolaj wouldn’t be careless about it.