Jason Aldean Pro Gun Song Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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."

She is just simply watching it all happen now. “You don’t have a gun.” Griffin laughs to himself. Jason then reaches behind his pants and pulls out a golden pistol out. He smiles proudly. “You were saying?” He cocks the gun and and takes it off safety. He then turns the weapon towards Ronald and it seems like time freezes. All I hear next is a powerful bang that scratches my eardrums tragically. I close eyes tightly and I fall to the ground. I have never had a gun shot so close to me before.

As he stumbled into a nearby alleyway, he knew he had to make a final stand. Wayne burst into the alley just as Jason turned to face him, a gun clutched in his hand. There was no hesitation in Jason’s eyes now—only a cold resolve. Wayne barely had time to react as Jason fired. The bullet grazed Wayne’s shoulder, but he didn’t falter. He fired back, the shot hitting Jason squarely in the chest.

(THIRD PERSON'S POV) The living room was silent except for Amanda's quiet sobs. Jason stood by the window, the old gun still in his hand. His eyes kept darting between Todd and the door, like he was waiting for something. Or someone. Todd's mind was racing. He had counted the bullets earlier when Jason wasn't looking. Six. The gun was old, but it would still kill. He had to be careful. "Jason." Todd said slowly. "Whatever you're thinking of doing, don't. You haven't crossed a line yet. You can still walk away from this."

Dying wasn't an option. "Jason, you're gonna pull the trigger at me?" I questioned, feigning a bold countenance. "You shouldn't do that. No matter we are still brothers," I shrugged. "Shut the fuck up," Jason screamed. "Or better still," he said, tracing the gun down my forehead, to my nose, and then into my mouth. "Better still," he sneered. "I'll help you shut the fuck up by pulling this trigger into your guts. I watched as his hands slowly pulled the trigger. Resigning to fate, and closing my eyes, I heard a gun shot, but it wasn't in my throat. The door was kicked open, revealing a 5 man squard comprised of Mr. Lanez and his men.

Jax was feeling secure, because his men had already surrounded Jason and so if he tried to do anything, he would get shot from all side. And thinking that, Jax lowered his gun. He turned around, taking out a cigarette and lit it. “Give it up. Whatever you found.” He demanded, taking a puff of his cigarette without even looking at Jason.

he drawled, "looks like our little prince finally decided to wake up." Jason sobbed harder. "I want my mummy. Where's my mummy!" Nate chucked as he knelt before the boy. "Your mom's not here, buddy," he said softly, "but I'll make sure you meet God soon enough." He rose to his feet and drew a gun from his waistband, pointing it at Jason's head. A cruel smirk curved his mouth as he brushed the trigger. "Hey, man," the other man said nervously, taking a hesitant step forward. "You sure about this? He's just a kid."

I turned around again, looking in to the distance as Jason and the man continued their conversation, I couldn't hear it that well since they were at quite a distance to where I was stood and it didn't help that the ongoing waterfall around me was the loudest thing ever. "I ain't lie to you ever man! Somebody cappin on my name" "Ain't nobody cappin, Falzone," Jason said, the rest was mumbled as he literally didn't speak loud at all but I could tell something was happening, and Jason was angry. My eyes widened as I saw Jason pull out a black handgun from the back of his waistband of his pants, loading it as if it were nothing. I gasped slightly, stepping back causing me to trip on the trail of

Jason replied, turning gloomy again. "We just need to fight them. We really don't have much money at the moment. However, I can teach you some self-defense as well as using a gun. If you want, I'll help you. To kill all those bad guys and of course finish off everyone who responsible for this. Do you want to do it?" Jason nodded in agreement. And that was the last time the young man became a coward. *** Dor! Gunshots were now heard as a man was shot and was bleeding profusely from his body. However, the gray-eyed man didn't stop himself from shooting at the man until it was almost the tenth bullet.

"How about me, boy?! Pick up the damn gun and shoot me, huh?! Isn't this what you have wanted all along?! You did all of this for this moment! So what are you hesitating for, you piece of shit?! Kill me... Kill me, and let your soul rot in hell as all of us because, after all that you have done, you are no different from me, bastard." "No," Zane whispered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of his heart. "I am nothing like you... I will never become like you, Jason." Frowning, Jason reached into the waistband of his trousers, and then he pulled out a gun, his grip tightening around it, his finger inching closer to the trigger. His face twisted into a sinister grin, taunting Zane wit