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."

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.

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

As soon as his target spun in place and dropped to the ground, he recoiled back to cover. They returned fire, the noise that thugs' weapons made echoed from one end of the street to another, discouraging any curious civilians to go out. He pointed at the hood of Toyota and Nagar already understood his superior's instruction. They moved quietly while Lukas dropped to his stomach and aimed his M-16 beneath the car, directed at the feet of the thugs. He fired steadily again, and a man hit the ground while clutching at his gunshot wound. Nagar and the rest fired at the distracted gunmen while Lukas finished off his wounded enemy.

Honestly, they could have gone for a mustang, this beat up Mercedes was not the Caroni way but she was a beggar now, not a chooser. It was clean, that was something at least. The second thing she noticed was the compartment in the middle of the back seat. She pulled it open straight away and a fleet of weapons greeted her, guns, knives, daggers, military grade grenades, the works. She didn’t make time to establish all of it, just the Sauer P320 that had a rubber grip that was lined with gold. It stood out like a sparkling beacon. She knew this gun.

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

I am already head over heels for his silent and caring personality. Looking over my head, Xander calls out to Fletcher. “Come help me get the rest of the stuff from the car.” Giving me a soft smile, he whispers he will be back and then walks away with Fletcher. Turning to the others, I find Elle and Charity holding their own guns in their respective colors of pink and green. Andrew picked out an orange one for Theo, who still hasn’t said a word to him other than a simple “thank you.” Damon has a blue gun sitting in one hand with the other arm draped across Elle’s shoulders.