Key Glock Mom Novels & Stories

I said. “ You see why I said you are not as strong as I expect you to be as at now because by now you should know as a Mafia death can come anytime and anywhere” mom said “ Mom can we stop talking about this and talk business? I said. “ I am here because of Claire, you and Sasha will be working on this” she says and brings out her phone. I will send to some pictures and details on your watsapp. She send me some pictures of some men and firearms and Claire herself.

"Keep your eyes focused on the empty ends of the hallway." I took three steps backward away from the unit. I pulled the heavy Glock from my jacket pocket and raised it with both hands. I pointed the dark barrel straight down the empty corridor, constantly scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. Kade stepped closer to the door and slid the brass key directly into the heavy steel padlock securing the latch. He turned his wrist smoothly. The padlock opened with a heavy, satisfying click. Kade pulled the steel lock free from the metal hasp and tossed it onto the asphalt behind him.

Oh, Zack, make mommy cum again, and I'll tell you about daddy fucking your sister. I latched onto mom's clit with my mouth and slipped two fingers to massage her G-spot. Mom moaned. "Oh baby, that's it. When I yell, yank those fingers out, and you'll get a reward." I clenched her clitoris with my teeth as I pressed hard against her G-spot. "NOW," Mom yelled.

She pointed at me and shouted, “Jonathan, don’t go too far! What my mother did was wrong, but family matters shouldn’t be made public! Hang up now!” “Family matters shouldn’t be made public, huh?” I smirked. “It’s too late to say that now. “Think carefully. Did I give you a chance to resolve this privately?” Amelia recalled it. I had not only given her one chance to do so, but I had given her two. She was the one who made it worse. Seeing that I was serious about involving the police, the guests scrambled to leave. After all, no one wanted to get involved in this matter.

"Go into that room. There's a brand-new game console in there." I pointed at Mom's bedroom. I then turned to look at Mary and said, "Mom just bought a bunch of luxury skincare products a few days ago. They're all imported brands." "Jack, I saw Mom withdraw seven grand the other day. She kept it all in the closet." After I said those things, everyone's expressions changed instantly. Their eyes drifted toward Mom's bedroom almost automatically. "Y-You're talking nonsense!" Mom shouted as she lunged at me to cover my mouth, but I dodged her easily.

"Kyla! Don't get too upset. Just divorce him and let your sister—" Her words cut off the second she saw the spiky-haired guy on the couch. Then her eyes landed on Bruce, fully dressed and calmly holding the baby. She froze. Pointing at the guy, Mom yelled, "Who are you?! Why are you here?!" The guy was still yanking up his pants. "She's the one who called me over." "That's a lie!" Zoey screamed. "I didn't!" Mom completely lost it. "Impossible! Zoey's always been a good girl. There's no way she'd hook up with some trashy punk like you. I'm calling the cops and reporting you for assault!"

Just like that everything ruined even my confidence as a mother. I’m back to the jail of the past… “Mom!” Clyde look up and wave his hand, “come here, let’s play together!” He smiles widely at me. I wave my hand back at him, “I will cook first, just enjoy but don’t push him too hard.” About Zafer. “I won’t, Mister is just my bodyguard!” He giggles again and looks at Zafer who salutes him. They both chuckled, “can I request something, mom?” He said.

His irritation grew to his face as he watched young trainees shoot and miss the targets multiple times, their instructors tired of given the same instructions over and over again. "I take it you aren't into guns!" Ten said noticing the look on his face. She felt their insightful tour through hours was being murdered by the uninterested look on his face. "I'm more of a fist or saber kind of person!" Grey said. "Then you haven't met the glock!" She picked up the one she considered the easiest from the rack, a Glock 22. "Actually, we have met. On multiple occasions!" A brief memory of a man emptying a clip into him flashed in his mind briefly.

Mom always used to tell us that they were going to go bankrupt feeding us boys. “Gary knew she was a gym rat but had no idea which gym she worked out at. He knew about the martial arts classes when she was younger but had no idea she kept up with them after her mother died. He had no idea that she was into MMA or CrossFit. He did tell me that her mother did have her in gymnastics when she was very young. So your future wife can kick some serious ass. I asked about weapons, but Gary told me as far as he knows, she doesn’t know how to use a gun. If she does, then she learned independently, or they are showing her how to use weapons.” I tell him.

she murmured, her voice barely audible, carrying a heavy burden of relief. Sophia, her eldest daughter, gently enveloped her in a comforting embrace, wordlessly expressing solidarity amidst the solemnity of the morgue. "Yes... he's gone, Mom," Sophia whispered, her voice tinged with both relief and liberation. "We can finally find peace." Harriet's grip on her daughter tightened as she nodded, turning her attention to Clark, the seasoned private investigator who had dedicated five long years to their case. Standing near the leader of the SWAT team that orchestrated the criminal's capture, she offered him a gentle smile.