Pacar Gun Atthaphan Novels & Stories

"I can do that." "There's more," Marco added, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. He reached into his inner jacket pocket and produced a small, sleek, matte-black pistol—a Walther PPK, easily concealed. "You'll be armed." Jay stared at the weapon, then back at Marco, his shock evident. "A gun? At the Galleria d'Arte Moderna? This isn't a back-alley dead drop, Marco."

CHAPTER SIXTY- NINE ROSE AMARA POV "This won’t do." Pakstan checks his gun, then curses in Russian. He's down to a few bullets. I’m not any better off. My gaze trails to Pharaoah, who’s firing over the car's hood. The three of us are huddled behind the vehicle, caught in a gunfight that has lasted only a few minutes but feels like an eternity.

Looking up at him with tears in my eyes I couldn't help but ask myself if he was a person or a beast. He pulls out his Gurkha Royal Courtesan Cigar, his hand moves back to the back seat, suddenly the light of the back seat turns on, revealing two teen girls, one was holding a shotgun, while the other one lights Mr Thwane Clark's cigar. " Welcome to hell." Mr Thwane Clark's leg hit his accelerator, as we sped off to wherever his mansion might be.

Bryan still clutched Princess Death Row’s revolver in his left hand. “What are you doing?” Concern overloaded Amy’s voice after she watched her husband lift the gun from his knee. “I’m going to see if I can slow 2Pac down a bit by shooting out one of his tires. I’m scared as hell, but I’m doing this for our little boy.” Bryan told his wife his plan while gripping the gun’s handle. He waited for his wife to get closer to the armored truck’s left rear tire.

Mafia men and their massive egos. “You think I can’t?” He spat, standing up and walking closer to me. As soon as he was within arms reach, I turned off the light, grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist. I heard the gun drop to the ground. I located it with my foot and pushed it backwards. I twisted his entire arm to his back and kicked him. As soon as I heard the loud thud, I turned the lights back on, brighter ones this time and saw the man groaning in pain on the ground. Bending down to pick the gun, I checked for bullets and sure enough, it was loaded. “Thanks for the gift.” I say, waving the gun at him before stuffing it in my purse.

“Alangan namang isakay ko iyan sa kotse ko? Ang hina ng signal dito kaya hindi rin ako makatawag sa mga driver sa bahay para magdala ng pagsasakyan, so you have no choice. You’re taking this horse in the city.” “Hindi ba sinabi ko sa’yo kanina na may gagawin ako ngayong umaga? Pumayag lang akong samahan ka sa gubat at mangaso kasi sabi mo hindi tayo magtatagal.” Haera went silent for seconds as if she’s scheming for something in her head. “I have a gun, it’s not in use. Pre-64 Winchester model 70. Kanino ko kaya ibibigay?” she asked herself, but loud enough for us to hear.

Much better than those circulating on the market. Pascal smiled and turned to see me. “Erik, this rifle is powerful. Where did you get such good quality? I am in awe, the power and precision are admirable.” I smiled appreciatively at him, but I will never reveal my sources. “Sorry, Pascal, but that information is confidential. Only I have the exclusive right to market this new model. Although this will not be the only one. I will contact you to let you know about the new toys that will be available. I assure you, if this rifle satisfies you, the following weapons will not let you sleep.” I smirked when I saw his face showing his greed. Pascal points to one of his men, he had a sports bag in

I looked over the gunwale and there was this one guy holding his gun aloft. "It is one of those people from last night," Pamela identified him for me. Sure enough, it was that guy, except he had camo paint on his face, high-tech camouflage clothing, body armor, an assault rifle held over his head plus a few other secondary weapons. I took a chance, stood up and held my P90 over my head. [OKH] "Pamela, don't forget, Ajax was historically accompanied by his half-brother, Teucer, who was renowned as an archer," I cautioned her. That probably translated over to a modern sniper, or so I feared.

So, he had to set his mind straight at the target. L gulped. He’s holding two real guns. He has never held a gun in his life. He didn’t even imagine himself holding one in his whole life. He must admit, he is scared. But for Patrice. He has to be strong. He has to save her. “Let’s go.” Patrick called his troupe as they finished preparing. Now, it’s time to attack. Rowell, Daseung and TOP hopped in TOP’s Chevy Truck while L, Sonny and Patrick hopped in Patrick’s Audi.

“Woah, when you told me you had a gun room, I wasn’t expecting something like this!” Damon excitedly jumped inside, his eyes not able to fathom the grandeur and danger the place offered. Guns varying in size and types hang on the walls as knives and bayonets were displayed on tables. A massive rocket launcher sat at the corner of the room together with other larger weapons. “Just take the necessary stuff. Thane said the port smuggling would be a small one according to intel. We just have to capture the guy facilitating it.” “Ooh, so we’re calling the captain, Thane now. Are we?” Damon teased only for it to fall on deaf ears. Rein was too confused with her own feelings right now that admittin