Gear Guilty Novels & Stories

Holding my mask, I stood before my full length mirror admiring the woman I'm seeing, I changed my bag from channel to a black Coach bag and I left the room still holding the mask, the guys were all ready by the time I got out and they were all dressed in Ralph Lauren tuxedos, and each of them was holding their mask, “Ready guys?” “Sure boss!” They chorus and this time we are all going to be driving in four different cars, the first car is going to be James riding in a black Hilux and the second car is Smart riding in a black SUV, the third car is mine which is a black bulletproof G-wagon, and lastly is Kant riding in a black Jeep which is filled with all the computer gadgets that they are go

“The same way you’re all watching me now. Confidence is louder than any weapon, Supervisor. And I knew exactly how to use it.” Someone behind Judah muttered, “Damn.” Another agent, McCoy, leaned forward, testing her. “What were his guards carrying?” “Two had Glock 19s. One had a concealed ankle piece, likely a Sig Sauer P365. The fourth had a limp—recent hip surgery or a poorly fitted holster. He was slow on the draw. I made sure to sit facing him.” Judah nearly choked on his water. “Jesus,” Rollins whispered. Trenholm, trying to keep his composure, nodded. “You picked all that up during dinner?”

There was also a small place for playing pool and darts. Guillard showed her the Glock M series of guns and she couldn't be happier to try them all out. Grabbing the first gun on display, she held it with both hands to get herself used to handling them first before trying them out with only one hand. Guillard simply stood behind her and watched her having fun as if the guns were some sort of Barbie dolls for the woman in front of him. When he noticed that she was already on the third gun, he could no longer keep quiet.

The perks of being an arm lord daughter, no ? The other guards except Luther, just blend in the school crowd with micro-chips for communication. Wait!!... Is it microchips they call those ear thingy’s? Those ear things you see Pro-Guards use and at times bad guys guards in movies use for communication with their fellow guards..? I still speak to Betty and we are still cool, I haven’t told her about my biological dad’s stuff. I know I should, since she is my close friend.. I’m just scared she would decide to avoid me to save herself from any possible harm that could come with knowing me…

"I know, Moya Ptichka. I know." The next few minutes were a jumble. Javier came back with all of this gear I didn't really know how to use. A bulletproof vest that seemed to rest too heavy on my shoulders. An earpiece buzzing with static. A gun that I clutched as if it were going to blow up in my palms. Kade's soldiers shifted with efficient routine, loading into black SUVs idling in the underground garage.

In his eyes flit a spark of anger, as he gripped my wrist and slammed against the cupboard. "Do not make me repeat myself, Princess" He barked, revealing his teeth. He didn't know me that well to ask me that. "Same goes for you" I groaned. The glass walls shuttered as the bullets went through them. Zayn threw me down and fell on top of me protecting me of any harm. I slipped away and gained back balance. I sneaked behind the couch and tried to get a glimpse of the intruders. They were all wearing black. They all had a black leather jacket with Skulls on them. They must be from a gang. My adrenaline was pumping and my breathing got heavier as I collected the pieces of this secretive puzzle. T

But for a group, it wasn't as effective. I pulled out twin glock 27 .40 caliber subcompact handguns with extended mags. Both sporting ten silver bullets each. I cocked them back to chamber a round in each and shut the trunk. “Jarvis, take the car to a safe place. I will call you when I need you.” I said. “Your wish is my command. Please, do be safe out there.” He replied.

As I fastened my tactical belt, adorned with several pouches and holsters, I meticulously arranged my weapons and gadgets within easy reach, each item prepared for whatever challenges lay ahead. Gerald had gone out of his way to procure this gear for me as soon as he learned we were preparing to confront Turner. He didn't inquire about the details, nor did he seem the least bit perturbed by the lack of information. It was a testament to his unwavering commitment to his role and his loyalty to me. He understood the importance of secrecy in our line of work, and a quiet certainty resonated within me: if the roles were reversed, he would undoubtedly have taken similar measures to protect our in

A thick leather collar circled my throat,it was coupled with a little blinking red light : I knew meant GPS and shock capability. My boots, leathers, knives, even the little silver hoop in my left nipple: everything was gone. These fucking bastards I tested the chains. They were solid. Immediately a plan formed : I could dislocate a thumb and slip one cuff if I had time. But damn ,I also had to consider the speed of the truck. And the fact that they were two armed guards up front. Like he could read my mind. One of them glanced back. His eyes firstly crawled over my tits and pussy l like I was already merchandise.

Inside the cabin, the air was thick, pressurized with unspoken violence. Han Min-jae sat on the rear bench, his tuxedo jacket discarded on the empty seat beside him. His white shirt was splattered with small, rust-colored dots near the cuff. He was methodically reloading the magazine of the Glock 19 he had taken from the security guard, his thumb pressing each 9mm round into the casing with a rhythmic click, click, click. Opposite him, Felix Hernandez was huddled over the fold-out table, illuminated by the blue glow of a tablet. He had shed his sequined intentions for the evening and was now vibrating with a nervous energy that seemed to power the electronics in front of him.