Key Glock Mom Novels & Stories

She comes back in the door past me. “I guess the golf club has retired then.” I close the door and lock it. “I dream about using it when he’s snoring,” she adds with a cheeky smile. I giggle. My parents are the best, weird weaponry and all. “Come on, I’ll make some tea,” she says. “Besides, we don’t need the golf club anymore… I have this…” She holds up a pistol. “Mom! Fuck, that better not be loaded, you could kill someone.” My heart is hammering.

I raise my Glock without hesitation, aiming it between her wide, startled eyes. “Where. The fuck. Is Tomasso Mitchell?” Her breath catches. Fear flashes across her face as she realizes, really 'realizes', there’s a gun pointed at her forehead. I don’t plan on shooting her. But if she doesn’t give me what I want? Well, I do plan on pulling the trigger later. “Why? My mom, dad, and all my siblings are on vacation right now, but my dad will be back later, that's what I heard” she says, her lips quivering.

Gwyneth tries to get out of trouble. "You're not excluded Gwyneth.” She moved her head to Gwyneth before she looks back at me, “Goodness Milo, weren't you thinking of the possible things that will happen?!" Mom raged as she pulls herself out of the chair as she begins to walk back and forth in front of me. “This is going to be a huge trouble for you!” She adds. "Mom I'm sorry.” I answered. “It happened all so fast and--" "And what?!” She cuts me off. “You forgot to put a goddamn condom on?!"

I cried out to the intruder. “Please help us! She is a murderer and a lunatic, she hurt my family.” Claire added sadly, her tears flowing down her cheeks. “Shut the fuck up, you idiots! Shut it, right now!” Mom yelled at us furiously as she ran to her already packed luggage and flipped it open in a rush. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a gun. I gasped in shock when I saw the woman I had called mommy all my life loading a gun as if she were a gangster or an armed robber.

she asks as she puts in the combination. I abhor guns but I can shoot, so I nod. “This is a Glock 26 Gen4. It has 10 in the magazine and one in the chamber ready to fire. If you’ve used a Glock before, you know the safety is in the trigger pull, so it’s ready to go. Point and shoot.” She expertly removes the magazine and the bullet in the chamber before handing it to me with the slide back. I give her an inquisitive look. She shrugs. “I was a cop and gun safety is fully embedded in my soul.”

Her pale fingers clutched Officer Zane's arm tightly as she murmured, “I’m not going. That body isn’t Kara’s! She must be hiding somewhere, waiting to surprise me on my birthday!” The summer air was stifling, yet Mom was freezing, trembling uncontrollably. Even the surrounding officers had red-rimmed eyes as they watched her reaction. Officer Zane drove her back to the station at high speed. Mom walked unsteadily into the forensics room. She almost stumbled and fell. The medical examiner caught her and steadied her. Mom's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against bone. “Ms. Hudson, can I see the report?”

mom asked. " Mom, I know dad has a gun in this house......i need it now" I said. " whaaat, no you're not strong enough.......I'm not letting you do this" she said. " Des, you're can't even stand properly" Vickie said. " Mom, Now we don't have much time......they will be in here any minute" I said then she went to the cupboard and bring out a pistol gun. I collected the gun from her and check the bullet and see that it is fully loaded.

She said he was one of Derek's goons and it was enough for me to worry about Kelly walking out here. I walk up to my mother and she knew something was wrong. "Open your clutch, but don't let anyone notice any movement," I say quietly and she does as I asked. I place a derringer in her clutch and ask, "Have you been practicing at the range lately?" "I'm a good shot," she says quietly and I nod lightly.

His eagerness manifests in the fast speed at which he speaks. "Ok, get yourself ready. I'll come pick you up in the next ten minutes, let me get myself prepared." "Ok mom." I hasten to my room to put something nice and beautiful on, this is the Superclaw Pack and I might meet anyone I didn't intend to meet. Worst of them is Chloe for security purposes and pertending to this, I got a security permit to possess a handgun. I take it wherever I go but Sunshine doesn't sees it and I hope he never does until perhaps he's old enough to comprehend all I passed through with him, I know he was in the unborn babies realm that time.

We found Mom at the stairs, a sling bag over her shoulder. "I'll just go get something," Mom told me, continuing to head down and skip to the kitchen. "And Mom is good with guns," I mumbled to Morris. "That's great!" Morris beamed. She tapped on her bracelet and a couple of straps of knives—beautiful, sharp, dangerous knives—appeared in her grasp. She handed them to me, which made my mouth drop. "Wear them on your thighs. If ever we are attacked, lose your weapons, and I can't take them all, you can protect yourself at least.”