Key Glock Mom Novels & Stories

“If the security isn’t airtight, she abandons the trip. No negotiations.” Bukky inclined his head. “Understood.” “She’s trained,” I went on. “She knows how to handle herself. I taught her myself.” They all knew what that meant. “Give her a Glock,” I said. “Concealed. Modified. Light recoil. She knows the discipline. She knows restraint.” Milo’s jaw tightened slightly. “That’s… serious.” “So am I,” I replied. “This isn’t symbolism. This is survival.” Bukky nodded. “I’ll handle it personally.”

Lucean laid them out on the table, and shoved the sturdy box away, allowing me to see the weapons clearly. "I'm going to describe to you the different parts of these, and show you how to hold them and use them." My fingers trailed over a pistol. "That's a Glock 17." I raised my eyes briefly to look at Lucean before muttering. “My father always told me sentries never fought with guns…” “Well you my dear are not a sentry.”

I would handle them after. The painting hung there, unassuming. A landscape of the old Nevada hills Mom used to love, all dusty reds and endless sky. I swung it aside on silent hinges, revealing the safe. My fingers punched the code, her birthday, always. The door popped open with a soft hiss. Inside, the Walther PPK waited, matte black and heavy with promise. I checked the mag, racked the slide to chamber a round, and tucked it into my waistband, the cool metal kissing my skin like a secret.

357 Magnum (a gift from her dad) and a box of ammo, along with Tommy's favorite side-arm, his Glock-17. She knew her way around guns. Her dad and Tommy used to take her out to the range. Tommy was her dad's rookie partner. She checked the clip of the Glock and saw that it was fully loaded. Fifteen in the clip and one in the hole, as Nate Dogg said.

Standing just inside the garage entrance, flanked by two ATF agents, was his mother. She looked poised as ever in her tailored navy coat, her silver hair pulled back in a chignon, eyes calm but steel-hard. Aaron stared, disoriented, understandable stunned to see her. “Mom?” he said slowly. “What are you—” “I called them,” she interrupted, her voice low but unwavering. Aaron blinked, the words barely registering. “I tipped off the ATF,” she continued. “I had a feeling something would go wrong tonight, especially after the call.”

But my will drives me and keeps me upright and ready for round too. The man cradles his dick for a hot minute. But then he starts to recover. He turns toward me and his eyes fill with flames. “You fucking bitch,” he says, voice low and rough. “I’ll fucking kill you for that.” “Like hell you will,” Mom says, stepping to my side. “Mom!” I start, ready to block. I don’t see right away that she is holding the stun gun. She lifts it up, aims it at the guard, and pulls the trigger, all within the space of an instant.

It was my mother’s, a gift from her father—a 9mm Glock with filigree detail, the Vitale family crest, and a white pearl handle. It was beautiful. And it was going to serve justice for her. Domenico moved to stand behind me, his hand resting on my shoulder as he kissed the top of my head. “I’m right behind you.” He knew what was about to happen was mine, but I loved that he was there to support and protect me. “Where the fuck is everybody?” I heard my father call out, his footsteps echoing on the marble floors. The knot in my stomach tightened as I stared at the door, listening as he drew closer. I swallowed when his shadow drifted into the room a step before he did.

"So am I." My mom took something out of her hand bag, and raised her right arm. She pointed a gun at Cleo. "Not so fast ." " Mom don't!" " Why not ?" " I have lost so much. I am your son. I may not be your first born but I am your son." "I want the best for you." I heard the door opened and Amber came running in. She didn't notice my mother but she noticed Cleo and me. The camp she was sent to wasn't far from here. My mother had something on her and she was using her.

I said proudly " That was 20 years ago, and that man is not Oab it was your father," Mom said " mom what are you talking about, it happened last week only, right Oab" I pinched him " are..errr. I guess" he said as he rubbed his head " nevermind, so guys since every one of you is here, I want you to know the situation of Gun right now, the doctor told me earlier that the gun has a temporary memory loss and I think that he could only remember his family and " mom stopped when the doctor speaks

The criminalistics expert had tears in his eyes as he gently said, "Garrett… Kamille… You should both head back to the station. We'll call you as soon as we have anything new." But Mom didn't seem to hear him. Still wearing her gloves, she ran her fingers lightly over the bloodstained floor. "How much pain must Bas have been in?" she whispered. A few sentimental officers turned away and started sobbing while Mom and Dad got into the car, looking completely distraught.