Jason Aldean Pro Gun Song Novels & Stories

Jason is not helping as he's making things worse and also making Scot lose Zoe. "Why should I have a good chat with you?" Jason scoffed. Then he chuckled and took a deep breath before talking to Scot. "Because I'm gonna show these to her father. Come to the bar beside the basketball court" with that again Jason hung up the call. Scot have no idea what jason true intentions were. He grabbed a t-shirt and wore it as he wore his jacket on it. Then he walked towards his dressing room and opened the secret cupboard as he took the gun out. Scot don't want to kill but he doesn't trust that bastard - Jason.

I said, glancing at Jason and putting my hands up defensively, hoping he knew what I was thinking. I could see him swallow hard while watching me. I took the gun from my waistband and bent over, acting like I was placing the gun down on the concrete, but instead of pushing the gun across the ground just fast enough for Jason to get it, Ale was about to shoot. Jason elbowed him in the stomach, forcing Ale to double over. Jason released the safety aims for Ale’s chin and pulled the trigger. I run forward, going for the guy who is now aiming for Jason's head and smashing him fast in the face, knocking the gun from his hand and onto the ground.

GUNS AND ROSES CHAPTER ONE MARIA PAUL'S POV .......................................................................................... It was a day to my freedom to run,to crawl or to swim but at most i must move and never slow down. With my poor heart beating profusely, mind racing as i went through the thousand different things that could possibly go wrong tonight. My body ached and my hands shew, the whip marks printed on my skin. I had to do this to save myself. My hands shook with trepidation as i quickly threw clothes into the largest bag i could find, thought after thought occupying my mind . I had to get out of here that was all that mattered.

he cried, struggling to keep his grip on the gun. Suddenly, a shot rang out, echoing through the room. The atmosphere grew eerily silent as the sound reverberated in their ears. Skylar gasped, her eyes darting between Jason and Pietro. Pietro staggered back, clutching his arm. Blood seeped through his fingers, but his eyes remained locked on Jason. “Jason, please,” he said weakly, his voice filled with pain. “It doesn’t have to end this way.” Jason’s expression softened for a moment, but then he looked down at the gun in his hand. His face twisted with a mixture of regret and determination. “I’m sorry,” he whispered one last time before raising the gun again.

》》Jack《《 Calvin drove us to Jason's apartment. It was a silent drive. Radio was crap, playing the most depressing songs you'll ever hear. The one song that really hit so hard, I saw Jason cry, was Happier by Marshmello and Bastille. I'm not too sure what about the lyrics caused Jason to shed a few tears, but I knew I had to listen to that song again, maybe look up the lyrics.

A moment later, Janet strode over with a pleased look. “I thought you might say that, so I came prepared with a deal,” Jason said, drawing a handgun from the back of his jeans, aiming it at the first slave between him and his target. “This can go one of three ways, my dear. First, we can all be civil and you can just hand over the girl without a fuss. Or, I can start shooting and see if your false bravado holds up once your friends brain matter is splattered all over the rocks.” “And option three,” I asked, knowing it wasn’t going to be pleasant. At least I knew he wouldn’t ask for sex since he was under the impression that I was carrying the flesh-eating virus.

“Yes, Philip. And trust me, everything will be a whole lot easier if it goes to me than to the police. I know what to do with it, the police doesn’t. No offense to your Dad.” Jason draw something out from his tuxedo. It was a gun. “Now, are you in or out?” “Okay, okay, we’re in.”

His first head wound hadn’t fully healed yet as it reopened. Jason cursed as Frank turned the gun on him. Jason held Wilson’s gun up to him as well. “Frank. It’s not too late to stop this. Please.” Jason wanted to kill the man, but still couldn’t forget the man he was. The Frank he knew him to be. Frank held his gun closer taking several steps. “Do you even know how to use that?” Jason cocked the gun back until it clicked to demonstrate his skills. “It’s a whole lot you don’t know about me.” He replied. Frank nodded, impressed. Then he fired a shot towards Jason’s foot that caused Jason to jump back, pushing Alyssa out of the way.

“Jaxon! What’s happening?! Why are there gunshots?!” Oh my gosh, what’s happening? Why is this happening here? I couldn’t stop my tears from falling, a mix of fear and anxiety. Who wouldn’t be? We were just talking, and suddenly this happens! The sounds continued, and I could hear Jaxon cursing while holding his phone. “Shit, Kris! Damn it, how did they follow me here?!” he shouted at his conversation partner. Wait, Kris? As in Kristopher? “Damn it, I can’t, I’m—” He stopped and looked at me, “Skye, come on, where are they? Okay okay, I know. Okay. I’ll call them.” He said and ended the call, putting his phone back to his ear. “Team, Alpha, I need a glock 19 caliber, Sig Sauer P228, and extr