Key Glock Mom Novels & Stories

Mom asked, and a guard shrugged. "I'll go check." She turned to me, anger swelling in her eyes. "Did you do this? Please tell me otherwise baby, or you'll regret it." She gritted out. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mom." I mumbled. "I'm not your fucking Mother. I made sure to put a fucking bullet in her head right after I took Chelsea." She glared at me. "Hands up, and drop all your guns." A familiar voice ordered and I felt relief wash over me.

I pushed mom behind me and held the gun tightly. "I'll handle this mom.. " she looked hesitant.. I looked at her and smirked.. "Well you doubt something I learned from Zephyr and Ezaikel? " I saw the trust in her eyes.. I looked ahead and cracked my neck.. "Well I ain't dying without taking down each one of you! " One of them fired at us and I ducked down with mom.. I pushed her behind a wall and fired back..

I drag the brown old school holster onto my shoulders and tuck the guns in. Holding up the dark brown leather jacket I take in the nicks and scratches on it. Signs of use that makes a warmth spread through my chest. My mom wore this when she was my age. Carefully I slip it on and skim my fingers over the material. I grab a few extra magazines and slip one of the knifes into a thigh holster and hide the other in the black boots Mrs. Ravens gives me. "I know I have no authority to stop you from whatever trouble your up to, but I can tell you to be careful and come back. So, be careful and please come back to visit. I'd love to get to know my grandchild." Mrs. Ravens voice is thick with emotion

She showed her existence. "Momo." Karen Daly smiled and picked up the little fellow, rubbing its head. "What are you shouting about again? Didn't you have enough food in the morning?" "Woo..." Momo wiggled its body in Karen Daly's arms and made two pitiful cries like it was responding. Looking at Momo, Kevin's mother thought of Kevin Kyle again. In the past, Kevin Kyle would never allow his family to raise pets. But last night, she saw Kevin Kyle holding this little animal with her own eyes.

“Please calm down. They are already dead.” The paramedics left the room and the police arrived next. A cordon was set up in the living room. The lead officer turned on his body camera and approached Mom. “Were you the one who made the report? What is your relationship to the deceased?” Mom sat on the sofa, her body trembling. “My daughter. My daughter committed suicide.” The officer wrote it down in his notebook. “And the other male body in the room. What is your relationship to him?” Mom raised her head with her fingers clutching her pants.

He took two down before they even turned. Ethan grabbed another and slammed his head into the wall. Luca put the last two to sleep with darts. We found the keys on the guard captain’s belt. I ran to cell nine. The door was thick steel with a small window. I looked through. Mom sat on a cot, wrists chained to the wall. Her head was down and her hair hung in dirty strands. “Mom,” I whispered. Her head snapped up. Her gray eyes went wide. “Raven?” Her voice broke.

"I don’t know about the nice part, Landon. Because I can’t promise I won’t blow that woman’s face off when she walks through my door." Then, she reached into the waistband of her slacks at the small of her back and pulled out a sleek, black Glock. My heart stopped. "Jesus Christ, Mom! Why do you have a gun?" She held it proudly, not pointing it at anything, but with a familiar, comfortable grip. "I borrowed it from your father’s collection," she whispered. "Don’t you dare tell him or he’ll scold me for borrowing it." "Mom, give me the gun," I half yelled. "It’s dangerous. What the hell are you thinking?"

It seemed as though every last drop of strength had been emptied from her body, yet she still refused to surrender. Her quivering fingers descended lower and then halted against the skeleton's shinbone. There was an unmistakable old injury there. Mom froze. Her fingers hovered there, unable to move further. "It's him." Her lips trembled. "It's Walter." That year, Mom was at the height of her power in the business world. She looked down on everyone, until one of her rivals was pushed too far and hired an assassin. She hadn't forgotten—the dark gun barrel, the cold ground beneath her, the terror of being completely helpless.

He said as he eyed me and I let out a sigh of relief before the dreadful feeling settled on my chest again. “There were no fingerprints on those weapons because they all wore gloves. Please, Officer Tommy, can you take me to them? I need to see who it was that killed my mom.” I pleaded, and he stared at me for a while before he got up and gestured for me to follow him. I stood up and limped towards him and when he noticed, he took my arm and helped me towards the cell where they were kept. My steps slowed when I realized who it was and a tear from my eyes as her eyes met mine in an instant. No wonder she was so familiar… it was her all this while. I was right to suspect her from the beginnin

The way she breathed heavily when she got tired and I took over. I could feel myself getting hard just by the thoughts of her but that's not the only reason why I need her. I want to be by her side. I want to protect her, make her feel loved. If these people really killed my birth Mom all because she was a CEO, Aurora will need my protection far more than ever. I raised my head up immediately at the sound of a knock on the door. I rushed to my bag and brought out a Glock. This isn't the Mafia but it sure looks like it.