Jason Aldean Pro Gun Song Novels & Stories

Rebecca shouted running towards him. "Yes I'm alive darling, but if we don't run, we'll all be dead!" He held her hands dragging her along with him as he shut the door behind him and just to prove him right one of the Torento's men who had run up the stairs shot at them, missing Elena with few inches. Jason threw the can he had been holding, it hit the man directly in the face, he fell down immediately. They all turned to him, he shrugged. "You shouldn't shoot bullets at people, also, we'll need that gun." He walked over, picking the gun. "Let's go."

Slowly, I feel my sadness turn to anger. Turning around, I walk back outside towards where Roxy was stood. Picking up the gun, I look at it. I will find her. Staring at the gun that killed him, I can’t stop myself from crying. She took him away from us. “Alena put the gun down.” Jackson’s voice is soft and gentle. I don’t want to. I want to find her. “Please, Alena, think of the girls, the baby you’re carrying.”

Jason looked back up at Sebestian with a grin as he slowly pointed the gun down and stopped at Adria's stomach. He lifted her shirt with the gun, and her little bump became visible. "I am not playing any mind game with you, Sebestian; your pretty little Omega didn't tell you." Jason raises his eyebrows and looks towards Sebestian. "She's pregnant! Isn't that a surprise?" Jaason laughed as he pushed the gun against the soft and swollen skin.

Pain flared up her arm as her gun clattered to the floor. “You’re tough,” Vince mused. “I’ll give you that.” Isabella spat in his face. Vince’s expression darkened. “That was a mistake.” He raised his gun to her head. A gunshot rang out. Vince froze. His eyes widened in shock—before his body slumped forward, blood spreading across his chest. Jason stood behind him, panting, his gun smoking. “You talk too much.” Vince hit the ground. Dead. Jason exhaled sharply. “You okay?”

I asked, already moving into action. "No, everyone's sleeping. And the entire house is soundproofed," Jason said, lighting another cigarette with shaking fingers. "Convenient." "I didn't mean it, Jack. I didn't mean it." "Where's the gun?" "On the dresser." I spotted it—a polished, antique pistol. Grabbing a bandana from the floor, I used it to pick it up. Alright. No need to panic. This was just their retribution. Maybe I could start to atone by cleaning up this mess, at least.

Henry glared at Mia, his voice dripping with disdain. "I have no use for you. You're useless to me very useless. Why don't you die with your father?" Mia screamed, her eyes filled with anguish. "Haven't you done enough? What did we do to deserve this? Leave us alone!" In a split second, Henry cocked the gun, his finger hovering over the trigger. Realizing his intention, Jason leapt in front of Mia, shielding her from the imminent danger. The gunshot rang out, and the bullet grazed Jason's arm, eliciting a pained grunt.

with at least seventy-five percent of my senses depleted, it’s not much of a surprise that I easily make this mark with all senses on hyper-adrenalized-alert—right in the fucking Adam’s apple. As blood gushes from his neck, Chuck reflexively pulls the trigger on his gun, but it goes off aimlessly and harmlessly into the ceiling above. I suppose the ceiling would disagree with my assessment of the shot being harmless, but as a non-sentient being it has no say in the discussion. I cross over and kneel next to Chuck, enjoying watching the life bleed out of him. “Well shucks, Chuck, this sucks.” “I can’t believe you just said those words,” Jason retorts.

He gave her a kiss and then she made a run with the girl in her arms. "Man, you sure can run." I turned to see Jason. "Jason go home, it's not safe here." I told him. "I'm staying here. I'm not leaving you alone." He replied. "Jas-" I was cut by a sharp pain on my arm. "Hello, Carter's. Montenegro says hi." One guy told us, they took out their guns which I'm guessing has oak bullets. "Well, too bad you wont be able to tell them hi back." Jason said while taking out a gun.

"Then you can talk with me and let Tori and my son go!" Jason's veers everyone attention to himself, fabian redirected the gun over to him, wearing a smile., He says " so tell me, shall we! Continue from where we stopped?". He kept on smiling non-stop, Chris veers back slowly and carefully untied my hands, abruptly the moment I jerked up from the chair I was being tied down, a gunshot was fired, we immediately turned our eyes open and saw fabian depleting to the floor. "Urgh"

She shouted. Jason rolled his eyes, he couldn't believe his eyes, were he supposed to be walking with the lisence of the gun in his pocket? He found her question very stupid. But he wasn't the one holding the gun so he needed to comply with whatever she was asking of him. "Where is your lisence" She shouted again "It's there, I'm the car. I can only show you if you lower your gun and let me through." He said out loud on too of his voice.