Gear Guilty Novels & Stories

"I’ll tell him not to-" "Hey, silver eyes." Shit. My eyes met Gerald's, and I had to stop myself from salivating. He looked hot—extremely hot. He wore dark ripped jeans and a shirt that hugged his torso nicely; it had a blazing skull printed on it and was accompanied with a dark leather jacket. He wore black Nike Converse and had a gold chain with a cross adorning his neck. He had diamond studs embedded in his ears and had all his piercings done.

"Why now? This is that juice fault!" Zitrey swiftly move and firmly covered the mouth of one of the newbie guards, restricting him to shout, he tends to fight back but was too late to react and was electrified by the stun gun. She then drags his body to the side, out of the sight. "That's six out of 89." Nikka said behind. "You're really good in this Dude, cool." she then clicked some button on her high-tech eyeglasses, showing the entire building and people inside of it.

He doesn't notice — couldn't notice — how my gaze quickly cuts to the rearview mirrors, checking the discreet presence of my men. My leather bag rests between us on the car seat, seemingly harmless — just another expensive designer accessory. But I know the weight it carries. The Glock 26, compact and deadly, is fitted into the special holster sewn into the lining. And beside it, wrapped in black silk, is the razor my mother gave me.

Nico I walked to the handgun wall and picked a Glock 19. Simple. Reliable. Nothing fancy. I checked the magazine, cleared the chamber, and then handed it to her. Gianna hesitated before wrapping her fingers around it. And as expected, her grip was all wrong. “Your stance is off,” I muttered. “Here.” I moved behind her and placed my hands over hers. My fingers closed over hers, adjusting the grip. “You’re holding it too tight. Keep it firm, but don’t choke it. This isn’t a bat.”

When was the last time you had the injections? ‘More than ten hours ago.’ ‘Then you will recover in an hour or so.’ ‘I am fine,’ Gianni said, I’ve just felt a bit murderous when the bastard poked me with his needles.’ I handed him a set of throwing knives: ‘That’s if you feel murderous on the way out. It’s a shame you have to run around in this idiotic gear. Unless you prefer the uniform of Marconi’s clinic.’ ‘Nope.’ Gianni picked up a machine gun, and I handed him two pistols from my messenger bag for company’s sake. After finding a grenade on the guard’s belt old Gianni grunted:

“He isn’t there, he told me to tell you that…wanna keep me company instead? The other guys are in my room…we’re gonna play, wanna join my team?” Quinn wanted to say no, considering the fact that she still wasn’t fond of the game or the controls associated with it, but she nodded her head instead. “Sure…I’ll probably only contribute to you losing though.” “I’m aware of that, big sis…especially since Frederick will also be playing. That goof uses a G3…I hate him.” “Uh…what’s a G3?” “A sniper weapon…mostly used at a far range. I believe it’s best you try it. For a more upgraded armor, I’ll log you in on my old account. I have a lot of upgraded weapons too.”