Concealed Carry Bible Case Novels & Stories

Instead, he started pulling items out one by one. He pulled out the bread. Then the chips. He held up the water bottle. I let out a breath, thinking I was in the clear. Then his hand went back into the bag. He pulled out a bottle of cheap whiskey. My heart skipped. He reached in again. He pulled out not one, but three boxes of jumbo-sized condoms. My blood turned to ice. I felt the heat crawl up my neck and burn my cheeks. I stared at the boxes, my mouth hanging open. I had been so busy worrying about Barnabas that I had grabbed items from the nearest shelf without looking. I wanted to disappear into the sidewalk.

I glanced at his profile, at the calm, confident look on his face, and felt a strange mix of anticipation and nerves building inside me. Before long, we arrived at his place. It was a large, upscale wellness club, decorated in a way that made everything feel polished and expensive. He led me inside and into a softly lit room filled with faint mist, then he handed me a set of clothes. "This will be your uniform from now on," he said. "Go ahead and change into it first."

She looked like she was dreaming. I touched her cheek, and murmured, “You're safe. You hear me? No matter what happens out there, you're safe.” I kissed her forehead. Then I moved to the front, flipped a hidden switch behind the glovebox, and the SUV locked down, bulletproof plating engaged, windows tinting black. I slammed the door shut, rounded the car and popped open the trunk. A long case rested there. I unbuckled it and flipped it open. Inside was a short-barrel AR-15 with a suppressor. Dual Glock 19s with extended mags. Tactical knives. Flashbangs. A sawed-off Remington, just for fun.

She cleared her throat, “Ben, do you sell stun guns here?” Ben, who was barely a few years older than Amber raised an eyebrow on his freckled face. He propped an elbow on the counter and cupped his chin, “We do…we have a range actually. Are you looking for a mild one? Or a –“ Amber placed both hands on the counter, drumming her fingers nervously, “Give me something small, concealable and strong.” Raven haired Ben frowned and scratched the back of his ear, “Sweetheart, are you in some kind of trouble?”

“Callum.” She stared at it. Then back at him. “I didn’t come here to be saved.” His smile didn’t waver. “Good. I’m not the saving kind.” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You ever burn a Bible, Callum?” He raised an eyebrow. “Pages, yes. Covers take longer.” Eden’s laugh was unexpected. From the belly. From somewhere older than her pain. “I’ve got one in my trunk,” she said. “Leather-bound. Stained in all the right places.”

He loaded the other one and put it under his belt. He pulled out another box. It was rectangular in shape. He opened it and revealed a slim dagger with the belt. He strapped it under his pants just above the ankle. "You know how to use any weapon"? He turned to Noah. "Uhm. Chamber revolver… Conrad taugt me". He replied seriously. Natt nodded in approval. Handing him a holster. He opened and found a mini revolver, an 8 bullet chamber revolver. It was the latest 38 Special Blank-Firing Revolver. Noah strapped it under his shirt on his chest.

Turning away as thoughts of him ran through my mind, I softly bite my bottom lip. "I liked it," I say, pulling the top of its hanger. "It's your family, shows where you come from." Pulling on a ribbed black tank top that was fitted to my torso and breasts, it fell just above my belly button. It didn't expose a lot of skin between the top of the pants and the bottom of the top. Pulling my hair down from its bun, I play with it a little as I ponder on telling him the next bit of information. "I found something in the book though."

The idea that Creed had already retaliated left a bitter taste in my mouth. I glanced at the duffel bag Dominic had left on the table earlier. Curiosity gnawed at me. Maybe there was something in there that could make me feel more prepared—more useful. I hesitated for a moment before unzipping it. Inside was an assortment of items: spare clothes, ammunition, a couple of burner phones, and a sleek black handgun. My hand hovered over the weapon, unsure whether I should even touch it. “You’re not going to learn by staring at it.”

Up till now, I wondered how that slipped past our Vetter's mind, because we didn’t recruit people whose past was unknown. That was strange. And that means I had to prepare. I moved through the house, stopping at the drawer beside the TV and pulling out a small case. Inside were several cleaned and oiled handguns. I checked their magazine. It was full. I took out the guns and placed them behind the couch cushion, in a spot my hand could reach without looking. Then I moved to the floating bookshelf next to the anteroom and pulled out a thick book. Behind it was another weapon wrapped in cloth.

“You have been paying attention. Carrying your Beretta?” “Not right now. It wasn’t necessary in my house during seniors’ Bible study. And I forgot to pick it up before I left.” He scowled. “You have a permit to carry, so you should keep your weapon with you. You have to be prepared.” “Are you armed right now?” She hadn’t seen a weapon on him anywhere. “Always. Promise me.” She nodded. “It’s going to take a change in mindset. I’ve mostly been in hair salons and the church—”