Jason Aldean Pro Gun Song Novels & Stories

"Are you guys ready?" Jason turns to Ava a nd Roger, he grabs the Jericho pistol and loads it with the specail bullets. "How many wolves are there?" Ava runs over to the windo and looks outside its too dark to really see but I see a whole lot of glowing eyes, maybe 12 or 14." "I have 6 bullets in this pistol, I'll take out as many as i can before we get up close to them. Roger were you able to get that backup?" "Roger I made a few calls I just hope they come through." "I think its too late for hope, the war is on our doorstep." "Jason just make sure you dont take out Aiden with that weapon, leave him to me."

Adele's eyes were on me and it looked totally void of emotions. “I’m gonna make sure y'all pay for doing this,” I shook aggressively not wanting to believe my fate, I wouldn't end this way, there was something else I could do. Just then I felt a sting in my chest followed by a gun shot, I looked towards Adele who had a gun in her hands, the range had blinded up my eyes for a few seconds and I didn't realize when Adele brought out a gun. I stood in disbelief, my hands still clinging on the metallic door which now felt extremely cold in my grip. I looked down at my aching chest and it was my blood, it really was me being shot, Adele shot right at me once again, her gaze not leaving from mine u

“Go to hell, Jerry. You’re a bastard. I’ve lived my whole life in fear of you, but not anymore.” Jaxon spat in Jerry’s face, the act of defiance a final statement of his refusal to cower any longer. Jerry’s face twisted in irritation, but there was no hint of surprise. He shrugged nonchalantly, as though Jaxon’s words and actions meant nothing to him. The gun’s muzzle pressed harder against Jaxon’s forehead, and with a cold, emotionless expression, Jerry pulled the trigger. The sharp report of the gun echoed in the quiet camp. The bullet drove into Jaxon’s skull. His body slumped, lifeless, the sound of his final breath barely a whisper in the wind.

Jason had already taken two guards out and if I was lucky, Blaze had tranquilized some of them bastards from the back leaving a straight pathway for me to get in and out easy. Taking out the Glock that was holstered against my waist, I charged in trying to be as covert as possible. Half an hour later, no shots were fired and no one came in or out. That still gave me some dumb hope that my men were still alive. Jason was an unkillable roach-I knew this because half of the time I wanted to kill him. Blaze? Yeah well he was the luckiest man I’d seen in all my years of serving. Fucker never ate a bullet while the rest of us had scars and wounds for every god damn bullet we’d taken for clients an

Please prove to me that Jason is wrong, don't tell me you're a killer. "T-that.. gun is for... protection" he pause and frown a little. "Yeah, for self defense" I study his expression, though his body isn't tensed, but his words and facial expressions sold him out. He seems to be lying...he seems to be hiding something or why did he stuttered, the Fred I know never stutters. "Why do you need to defend yourself with a gun? Are you involved in some dirty business?" "You don't understand, you know I go to clubs late at night, I might walk into some bad guys and maybe they.... "

“In there.” We all exchange glances. “It’s four against one,” Jason says. “We can overpower him.” Sandra mutters, “This is when I wish Alex was on our side.” Jason throws her a look. “Hey!” Sandra pulls out a taser and hands it to me. I take it, glancing down at the gun Jason pulls from his jacket. I raise my eyebrows, alarmed. “What do you need a gun for?” Jason looks serious. “What if he has one?”

3 days later... "Jason, you have been linked to multiple thefts and charged with possession of an illegal firearm. Not to mention that the judge still needs to decide if killing Ricardo was self-defense. We're looking at multiple life charges already." The lawyer sighed and shook his head before he added, "I suggest you agree to plead guilty."

Name the enemy before you defeat them; sell the name afterward. Jason’s body snapped between me and them with infuriating, necessary speed. He took a dart in the shoulder, yanked it free, and slammed it into the shooter’s thigh in a motion that was all drill, no show. The camera man lifted the rig higher, as if resolution equals safety. Jasper hit him like patience finally choosing a target. The equipment cracked. The man folded. Thorn scrambled for the bolt-gun’s magazine with the useful panic of someone who has finally been given an obvious job.

“No payment is necessary son. Just take care of yourself and your dad. I look forward to hearing from you when he is better, and I look forward to the Alpha ceremony invitation when the time comes.” “Yes, sir Alpha Jaxson. Thank you again. Give us a call if you ever need anything.” “I’ll keep that in mind. Take of yourself kid.” Jared gives Jaxson and the others a nod of his head and he sits back down to visit with his dad a bit longer before he needs to make his way to the packhouse to fix the mess that his mother and Caleb made of everything. Jaxson and Dillion and Daniel make their way back to their vehicles and plan to make their way home to their mates, which is one thing the guys have

"Now I am making mine." Monte whimpered in his arms, small fists clutching at Jason's lapel. My baby. My heart is outside my body. Every instinct screamed at me to rush forward, to tear my son from this man's grip, but I could not move. Because I saw what Jason had tucked in his waistband. A gun. Black metal gleaming against expensive fabric. Real. Loaded. My blood turned to ice water in my veins. "Jason." My voice came out steady somehow, even though my entire body was shaking. "Put him down. Please. Whatever this is about, we can talk."