Concealed Carry Bible Case Novels & Stories

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.

“You’ve been carrying it around like it contains state secrets.” Noah’s jaw tightened. “Give it back.” Chase tilted his head slightly, eyes dropping to the case again. “What’s in it?”

Nobody answered me and I was back to sulking. Don held the briefcase in his hand and opened it. My eyes rose in awe, the briefcase contained lots of portable weapons. I could make out daggers with different sizes and structure, some handguns and a rifle, chains, and a shock hook. Elijah picked up one of the handguns and a dagger, he moved to the table and pulled out the chair.

This one had been delivered by Doc himself. “His personal effects,” Doc had said, Andros’s. The man who took a bullet while confessing the truth he’d sat on like stubborn duck on a rotten egg. The bag held a wallet, a crumpled St. Christopher medal, a lighter stamped with a lion that had seen better roars, and a small brass key taped to a paper strip with a number scrawled across: 17B.

It was exactly what my body had been begging for. Dragging in a shaky, shallow breath, I reached up and slid the heavy winter jacket off my shoulders. I tossed it onto the mattress, watching it land directly over my Holy Bible, totally covering it from view. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was a terrible sin. But as I stared at the hidden book, I wasn't feeling a single ounce of guilt. I didn't even know why, or what was suddenly wrong with my mind, but the last thing I wanted right now was to look at my Bible. I couldn't have it staring back at me while I...

"Not a chance, honey. Just think, at least you'll have a roof over your head for the night. It can't be easy walking the streets in those shoes. Now turn around slowly, and place your hands behind your back, so I can cuff you." Cassie did as she was told and prayed that the officer didn't question her location to the van. Her gun was inside, and it had been recently fired which meant a huge pain in the ass and a mountain of paperwork if the cops found it. Technically, she shouldn't even be carrying a concealed weapon. Plus, Randy got pissy whenever his undercover van got made by a cop. Mona had previously been, Big Time Diaper Service and Vinnie's Poo-Croo. Mona's Cleaning Service was so muc

"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."

I lower the gun, engaging the safety with a click before turning to face him. Dominik is wearing a black t-shirt that strains across his chest and dark jeans. He looks like a mercenary. He looks like war personified. And he’s looking at me with that heavy, lidded gaze that makes my knees weak. "I want to carry it," I say. "In my purse. Or a holster if it won’t be too obvious." "I’ve already ordered you three custom holsters," he replies with a grin. "Thigh, shoulder and waist. I vote for thigh most of the time. Your gun license allows for concealed carry in your purse."

Other doors led to a bedroom and a small bathroom with a shower cubicle. Overall the place was spartan and simple, but it had several home comforts, ranging from a unit with several hundred DVD's in it, a couple of laptop computers and a bookcase full of classics. In the security room there was a couple of cabinets, and Connor found the keys in a drawer. The first contained a selection of pistols, shotguns and rifles, along with ammo, body armour, torches, batteries and a pair of night-vision goggles. The other cabinet contained cases and cases of DVD's, each marked with a serial number.

The only clue she had were those men with barcodes and the only place she had seen that mark before was in New York. Now, though, she couldn’t help but think that her journey to her home town would be in vain—apparently, those men were here too. And they had a bone to pick with her. She was also very aware that she no longer had her backpack. She was twisted with anxiety if they looked through her bag. Noah’s would be fine, but hers? She had much more than weapons in there. The small black leather book tucked safely in its pockets offered so much power. It was her one way of feeling like the world was right again.