Jason Aldean Pro Gun Song Novels & Stories

BANG! The room filled with the deafening crack of a gunshot. Gideon, unable to contain his rage, had drawn the pistol concealed in his coat and fired without hesitation. The bullet struck Jaxon high in the chest, grazing his collarbone. The impact sent him sprawling to the ground, the pain radiating through his body like fire. Gideon exhaled sharply, his lips curling into a smug grin. “You know, I’m not the best shot—Mama always said so. But at this range? Even I can’t miss.”

I could see the anger in their eyes, not just in Ryder’s but in Brandon's, in Donald’s, and the men who held their guns pointed at Jason and his men. “Let Kiara go and this won’t get messy,” Ryder said to Jason through his teeth, showing he was trying to contain how angry he was. But Jason being a naughty overgrown baby pulled out a gun from his pantsuit and pointed at Ryder saying, “Maybe I like messy.” “Do not mess with me little man,” Ryder declared to Jason as he pulled out his gun pointing it toward Jason. Although Ryder’s gun wasn’t facing Jason directly in the face but a little over his shoulders, I knew he had something up his sleeve.

Jason put on a righteous expression and waved his hand angrily. “Do it! Didn’t you hear what I said?!” “Are all of you deaf?!” “Kill him right now!” Jason raised his own firearm before pulling the trigger again. “Look out, Young Lord York!” A few guards of the Yorks stood right in front of Vince immediately to shield him. Bullet holes could be seen all over the guards’ bodies after the shootout. Despite that, they still protected Vince with all their might. Vince’s pupils shrunk slightly. “Jason, you b*stard!” he roared.

now I am hating the silence as I was for him to look at me and nod with assurance. I know I may sound pathetic, but a while ago I was talking about being strong and all, and now I am here begging to keep. A little bubble afloat. " You are never losing me. " after a long torturous silence I heard the words, and breathed a sigh of relief. He opened his mouth to say something else but before he can we heard a gunshot, the sound came from the entrance of the shooting range. " Go hide. " Jason commanded, immediately handing me a gun and taking one for himself from the shelf.

We started talking about business but at roughly 1 30 am we heard footsteps. And humming. And a sudden burst of singing that made Angelo jump. 'MARY HAD A GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN GUN. A SEXY AK 47. AND EVERYWHERE THAT MARY WENT MARY WENT MARY WENT THE GUN WAS SURE TO GO. IT WILL MAKE EVERYONE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE. IT WAS A GUN OF MURDER.' A song in the same tune of Mary had a little lamb.

Definitely on speaker. “Fuck,” Ilkay groans. “You could’ve told us.” “Nah,” Enrique says brightly. “I’ve had my share of snow. And girls with long underarm hair.” “Next time,” Jackson snaps. “See you at the house.” The call ends. The radio springs back to life instantly, like it’s been holding its breath. ‘I’m an angel with a shotgun Fighting til’ the wars won The lyrics wash over me without really landing. I hear them, but I don’t hear them. The song feels like him. Everything feels like him.

I whisper, but I would have yelled it at the top of my lungs if he wanted me to… if it meant, he’d fuck me. Instead of his dick, Leone thrusted his gun into me. The metal was cold against my heat, and after the first two thrusts, I could barely keep my mouth shout. He lifted my other leg for even more access, rubbing the gun against my clit before fucking me senseless with the gun he had just used to kill Jason Hash.

He’ll get over it and find someone new to play with, but I’m not playing. With the calmest voice I can muster, I say, “He was unnecessary. Because, Jason here…” gesturing to the man before me, as I carefully hide the gun and my shaking hand away from plain sight. “…will tell me everything I want to know. Won’t you, sweetie?” “What are you talk--” But I don’t let him finish talking, “I kept my promise, Jason. That man won’t be able to hurt you. I think you owe me for sparing you… Yes?”

” Jackson ~”Where are you going to put your gun? Kayley ~”In my shoes baby.”

She could not condole such negative things being said about Jason. 'Shut up, you cheat slut. Why will you not rush to his aid?' Jason had used the opportunity to draw his gun and trained it on Rodney. 'Don't try anything funny or I'll blast your head off without a second thought. I have nothing to lose, see?' A voice said behind Jason.