Gear Guilty Novels & Stories

Shane regretted interacting with the angel of death, who seemed capable of taking his life anytime if he wasn't cautious. "An ideal woman for you, indeed, sir. For me, Miss Arren is an EXEMPLARY woman." Shane revised his words, emphasizing another reassuring judgment for his employer's legitimate spouse. Shane began to realize there was an aura of jealousy brewing inside Leon. This awareness arose when Shane heard a faint 'click,' like the sound of a trigger being pulled ready to release a shot. The sound reminded him of the distinctive characteristic of a semi-automatic rifle. Shane started paying attention to the details of the Glock 22 gun held by Leon, understanding that the 'click' indi

Frank muttered. “Doesn’t seem like a repeat offender, and this is gangster get up. Double holsters, an ammo belt and even body armor.” A faint rumble echoed, the two both saw the sensory spike in their HUDs. Wasting no time, they both approach the door, guns at the ready. A war visor could see behind walls from at least ten yards and as they neared the door the images of five men were in sight.

It rang until it went to voicemail without being answered. Gerald frowned. “He isn’t picking up.” “Okay, I don’t think I like the sound of this at all,” Damian mumbled, shaking his head. Stepping back towards the car, Gerald quickly jerked the door on the driver’s side open, reached into a compartment, and pulled out a Glock. Damian stared at him in shock. “You brought a fucking gun?!” Not saying a word, Gerald checked to see whether there were bullets in it, then unclipped the safety.

His tone flipped a switch in my head, why does everyone seem to think that I'm some sort of lost kitty? “I'm sorry sir, I know you're just doing your job. I also know that this is private property because my daddy owns it, and maybe he owns you too.” The spoilt brat in me was quickly activated. They shared a look that spoke millions but didn't change their demeanor. The first guy pulled up his suit jacked revealing a Glock 22. It's the standard weapon for law enforcement. Obviously it was a decoy, their real arms would be on their ankle strap.

Ginger said and exhaled, looking anxious. She went to her room for a second then came out again. She gave Raina a Vipertek Vts-989 Stun Gun and told her to not let anyone near her. Regardless of the way she talks, she really has a heart of gold. Raina nodded and I can see that she's more comfortable and soft towards Ginger than to us.

Without a second thought, I drop to the floor just as the gears come off and fly around my room. Laying flat on the floor, my hands over my head, I listen as the gears fly all over, hitting and bouncing off the walls. "What's going on," QuickShot says as she and Justice run into my room. I don't even have time to warn them but the gears are heading for them. "Watch out," I yell, getting up. However, before I or QuickShot can do anything, Justice grabs and pulls QuickShot behind her. Bringing up her shield in time, the gears bounce off of it and stick to my table.

The heavy ceramic crashed against the hard tiled floor. “Mr. Garvey. Nice to see you again. For a while there I didn’t think we would ever catch up to you.” Tyrone greeted with a shit eating grin. He donned a shimmering purple zoot suit. He held peanuts in his hand as he stood next to his henchman, Tucker James. And on the other side of Tucker was Ginger. He was pointing a gun at her and she looked pissed about it. Tucker’s large frame was dressed in black. A slim gold chain hung from his hefty shoulders.

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"Yeah, I remember, you little shït! Why don't you come the fück out here and fight me like a damn man; with NO guns?!" Instantly he throws his AK to the middle of the alley and steps out from behind the dumpster with a grin on his face, showing off the gold grill he has in his mouth. I step out too, tossing my weapon away from me, but keeping one on me hidden in my boot; I bet he has another on him too. He charges at me and I close-line him, knocking his ass to the ground, but he gets back to his feet quickly. I keep an eye on where Carter is as Chewy gets up and we start street boxing with each other. It feels good to beat the shït out of someone to get this demon rage inside of me out, but

Before he can rise, I drive my palm sideways into the base of his neck. He groans, winded. Pain flashes across his eyes. But more than that, surprise. They thought I was ornamental. Pretty. Harmless. Now they're unsure. The second guard has pulled out his gun. So have the others who’ve appeared behind the hedges. I count three more. My hand finds the inside of my coat and pulls out the Glock my father gifted me. Sleek, heavy and real. They freeze when they see it. I move fast and drop to a crouch beside the downed man I kicked off earlier and, press the barrel to his temple. My finger rests gently on the trigger.