Key Glock Mom Novels & Stories

"So is that why she came in last week…" I say, pointing at Nana, who was surprisingly cleaning her own gun. "What!" She said as she realized I was watching her. "The 2nd amendment says you have the right to firearms." She said, laughing subtly. "Last week Mr Thwane Clark's men came to our district and rounded up young girls, all of whom their parents were indebted to Mr Thwane Clark in one way or the other, and I happened to be among the lucky girls." She said as she loaded up the Glock-17 she was holding.

“Why don’t you both get inside?” “Mrs. Winston, this is our job. Don’t worry, we can take care of ourselves,” Homer reminded her. Maverick shifted her gaze at the three tall, huge men behind her father. “Don’t let him die.” They nodded at her. Marco came to us and gave her a small handgun, a Glock 22, perfect for her. He explained and gave a brief demonstration. “Cute and deadly.” She checked it out on her palm. “Always point down. It’s loaded, signora.”

"Daddy said she is the backup." "She does the chores but gets no wages." "The Real Mom is responsible for being beautiful and guarding the treasury." My fingertips turned ice-cold against the paper. My mate, Ethan, had just returned from a patrol. He kissed my forehead. "What did our pup draw?" The next second, his smile froze when he saw the content. His voice tightened, and he reached out to snatch the book. "He watches too many cartoons! He's writing nonsense!" I stared at the man I had shared a den with for seven years.

The black Kevlar was sized for a six month old infant. A velvet box sat next to it. It contained a solid gold Desert Eagle handgun. Noah paced the length of the garage. He held his phone up, running a live video call. He yelled at the screen. "Are you insane?" Noah roared. The sound echoed off the concrete walls. "Who ships a tactical vest to a newborn? She does not even know how to hold her own head up! You sent her a Desert Eagle!" I walked closer, resting a hand on my heavy stomach. I peeked at Noah's screen.

“I still don’t understand, Mom. You did all those things just because of that? Did you even know that Jane was pregnant with your grandchild when you decided to ask Hazel Brown to kill her? Our baby that you had killed shared your blood, Momm—” “Oh, shut up! I don’t wanna hear anything anymore. Let’s fucking put an end to all of these! I have been trying to investigate this woman… and fuck I did not even get a single right thing as if someone is trying to block everything!” I suffered in silence when I felt her grab my hair hard. My heartbeat drummed even crazier when I heard a click from a gun, meaning that one pull and my brain would be all over the floor any moment. I could see Gray getti

But with distraction, it’s easy. “Where were you all this time? We searched everywhere for you and your mom. But there was no sign. It was like you two disappeared from the earth.” My mom said walking towards us but got stopped by a goon pointing his gun at her. My mom tilted her head and shot a deadly glare at him, which surely made him quiver under her gaze. Because his legs were shivering and his hands were shaking while he tried to hold the gun tight. My mom smirked and stepped forward but the goon didn’t dare to stop her again. She doesn’t need a gun to kill someone. Just her glare is enough to make the other person tremble in fear. Classic Mom!

I could literally hear the cross fire happening outside the house, thankfully my Mom had security guards on deck, in and around the house. "So Lance, I'm not your enemy and I sure as hell won't watch this guys take you away from me!." I watched my Mom pull a drawer underneath the table and bring out two revolver pistols that had viper crest on them. Yeah all the revolver pistols in this town were strictly customized for the vipers. She inserted bullets into both of them and spinned the cylinder before coupling the gun back together. Oh yeah, I might have forgotten for a moment that she was one of them. She held the nuzzle and handed me one.

“Hubby, where’s your phone? I need to call my mother. I need to speak with her, because if Poppy is the one Don Adolfo matched for him, I won’t allow our son to marry Chloe.” Dad pulled his phone out of his back pocket and handed it to Mom. She tapped on the screen for a moment before holding it to her ear. “Mom? It’s Keycee. I think there’s something we need to discuss. When can we meet?” All of us were focused on Mom talking to Mommyla. “Alright, Mom. Ace and I will come over now.” She ended the call and returned the phone to Dad, then turned to us. “Your dad and I are going out for a bit to see your Mommyla. Stay here at the house for now.”

"If you see anything use this ok?" "Ok " she said as she stomped to the truck and slammed the door. "Ok she's pissed" Kayla said. "She's safe" Lester said sternly and I don't know if it's just me or Lester doesn't like her. Oh well. "Hey I don't think it's safe for you to hold that" Jake said to me as he looked at the gun in my hands. "It's just a Glock" I said "Just? Oh please you can't shoot?" Kayla snickered. Ok I'm starting to not like her.

The one that needed biometric authentication, and override codes. The doors opened into a controlled chaos. Defensive positions had been established around the perimeter by guards. Marcus had pulled his weapon, but had not fired. Positioning himself between the menace and Raven. And my mother was at the heart of it all. Standing tall and straight. Gun pointed at Raven with both our kids held near to the chest. "Kade." My mother's voice was clear. Strong. Perfectly articulated. “I’d thought you might get here sooner. Just in time to see me complete what should have long ago been completed.”