Gear Guilty Novels & Stories

"What if I'm shot at? What should I do?" "Bend your head to your lowest level and..." Gabriel cut Gavin off, "You don't have to bend over anything if you're in this car, it is bulletproof." Finn nodded his head in understanding, he smiled at them, "I get it." Both guys tarried and looked at him, trying to read his face to know whether he understood what they told him. When they saw he did, they nodded, "Cool." They said nothing more before they stepped out of the car, looking normal. Both brought out a pair of darkshade glasses and put them on. They looked left and right before walking toward the house Jawal entered, each with his mean look.

Josh asked. Gage growled again and I tried to keep calm. Digger is the biggest motherfucking coward on the planet. “Handguns with an ivory plate on the grip,” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, I got a picture of one from a security camera. He doesn’t get much cash off ‘em so there’s gotta be another reason he’s making them. As best I can tell there was one site for storing parts and another for putting them together,” Josh said, looking deep in thought.

“Before that, you’ve mentioned there being an automatic gun present at the office, do you have any idea what make it could have been? Such knowledge could greatly aid our speculation.” Gunner shook his head, didn’t care enough to know the model of the Glock. “I believe it was a G40 long slide, yes, I can name the exact model.” “Because of his obsession.” Gunner rolled his eyes as he rubbed the palms on Shadow’s desk absentmindedly. “Yeah. I couldn’t possibly mistake it for anything other than the G40 long slide, those babies are freaking awesome. The curve that it has…” Sean saw Shadow’s shade changed to a rather dark, almost like a king of jungle formulated the plan.

Mind you, I don't know how a gun works. He gave me another short kiss and pushed me to the safe. “Jerald…” I said and he looked at me as the door starts to close. “Be safe.” I say to him and he winks. I don't know where he gets his positivity in life but I'd love to have it too. I looked at the gun. It's written pepperbox.It is a double-barreled pepperbox comes with a gold metal grip, with expensive decorations and a standard barrel, which could be ornamented.

Then, he picked up the Colt, Beretta, Glock, and other world-famous firearms from the table. The last one was a domestic Type 77 pistol, and he flashed a brilliant golden grin. "Foreign guns might look cooler, but I still love the homegrown stuff. Support local brands. Etharia first!" Walter looked at him like he was watching a clown at a funeral. "Every gun you picked up, except the Desert Eagle, is unloaded. Why the hell are you carrying them?" Goldfangs checked his belt to make sure every gun was securely strapped before smirking again. "Mr. Burke, you're getting old. You don't understand this generation. Looking cool is half the job. Image is branding. The rest is just fluff."

He was good with computers, so he was assigned to hacking when they needed information. "Here, take this with you." JD handed her a gun. It was small enough to fit in the leg holster she was wearing. Gigi exhaled before accepting the gun. She checked if it was loaded. The gun was a 5-shot Smith and Wesson Ladysmith. Gigi placed it inside the holster strapped to her leg. Her legs were exposed as she inserted it. Tyron whistled when her legs were revealed to her teammates.

A massive, silent guard stood by the main double doors. He wore a tailored suit, but the bulky outline of a Kevlar vest was clearly visible underneath. I could easily spot the heavy print of a Glock 19 resting on his hip. I walked past him, testing the boundaries of my new cage. "Excuse me," I said, pausing a few feet away. "Can I look out the front doors?" The man stared straight ahead, completely ignoring my existence. "I just want to see the gardens," I pushed, stepping directly into his line of sight.

He takes up one of his bags, unzipping the top. "I told you, there's not a lot of point giving me a gun. I really don't know what to do with one." Klempner's fishing through the bag. He looks up from under his brows. "You might surprise yourself, James, if it came to it. But it's not a gun I'm thinking of." He tugs out what looks like a plain black gilet, except it has velcro straps at the sides. "Put this on." He smiles at James' blank expression. "Kevlar body jacket. It won't turn you into Superman, but it will give you some protection against gunfire."

A cruel loud laughter boomed in the cramped place. The black ferrari vento stood in front of the giant gates, the security team lece with new technique armours. Black shades and black suits with proper styled hair were the mark in their personality. Even guards were like Hollywood heroes. The way of their actions resembles the perfect training sessions. Everyone has the shades on with guns. Every meter Five guard troops were looking at the security.

The guy was very rude at me the last time I was at their clubhouse, suspecting me for being a snitch. I cross my arms, raising an eyebrow. “ I would have done the same if I were in her shoes. Maybe worse.” Jade glances up from her work. Her hands are steady as she ties off the bandage. “ The bullet just grazed his arm,” she says. "She shifted at the last second. He’ll be fine.” She assures me and I nod. Ghost grunts, flexing his hand. “Your girl has got a hell of a trigger finger.”