Romans & histoires Safe Arms

I suppose the rules have changed somewhat but he still doesn't want me armed in the house. “The safety is on; don’t lose it. I like the balance of it.” I double-check the safety is still clicked in place and then place the cold metal gun in his hand; his long fingers curl around it and he drops the hand pressing against my chest. I can’t tell anything from his expression; he’s completely closed himself off.

Every muscle in my thighs ached from the brutal, territorial way he had fucked me before walking out into the rain with a loaded weapon. I turned my head slowly, my eyes tracking the harsh golden glow of the bedside lamps. Right next to the crystal water glass sat the heavy iron frame of the SIG Sauer. He had left it there like a token of his possessive protection. A reminder that in his world, safety didn't come from locks or laws—it came from lead.

I said, my pulse steady despite how I was feeling at the moment. "They won't have time to look for anything," Aziel corrected. He turned to the workbench and loaded a shiny, suppressed Glock 19, slamming the magazine home. He handed it to me. "My shadow team has already secured the perimeter. When we arrive, they will breach the facility and neutralize all physical threats. Any form of force is authorized." I took the weapon. The cold steel felt heavy in my grip, but totally necessary. I checked the safety and slid it into the holster at my hip.

Alpha POV I unbuttoned my cuffs, rolled up my sleeves, and loosened my collar. I let out a groan as I walked over to the small bar cart set up in the corner of my room. I’ve only been away for just about 3 days now. I hate the fake hospitality of others, so I try not to travel as much as possible. They only act friendly because they fear me. I can see it in their shaking hands and stuttering voices. I may be young to them but I'm still bigger.

I could feel his wolf pacing just beneath his skin, demanding blood, demanding to shift, demanding to hunt. The armory was in the basement, behind a vault door that required both his palm print and a retinal scan. The lights came on automatically as we entered, revealing rows of weapons that gleamed under the harsh fluorescents. Silver-edged blades. Custom rifles loaded with wolfsbane-tipped rounds. Body armor that looked like it could stop a charging Alpha. Communication earpieces so small they were almost invisible.

Guns and various melee weapons hung from multiple walls, littering them from floor to ceiling. “This is obviously where we store most of our weapons. Things like silver bullets and specialty weapons are hidden in a safe place where they can only be accessed for emergencies.” He waved his hand out, gesturing towards the wall of knives and bows. “This is what we usually start our trainees on, then after they graduate from each division they can be moved up to the guns. For safety reasons.” He made a goofy face, earning a laugh from her. “There must have been something that made you enforce that.” She scrunched her nose at the thought of the accident that most likely went down before the rule w

I speed to his house, barely holding my anger and desperation. I'm not a fool to go there unarmed or unprepared for a confrontation. With me are a Smith & Wesson M&P Shield pistol, a Glock 17 handgun and a Beretta 92FS semi-automatic pistol. I'm not going to take any chances with Oscar if he's the one who took my wife. He'll regret ever laying a finger on her. I also have Marcus and a good number of his men following me, ready to charge in should things go sideways, which they undoubtedly will.

"That's all you. I'll fight by your side, but I don't need that stuff." Lorne quickly loaded himself up with whatever he could, and when he walked out of the closet, he placed a handgun in Harlee's hand before placing one in my own. As he pulled me tightly against him, he placed a deep and gentle kiss on my lips, his short stubble rough against my skin. He pulled away from me as quickly as he embraced me, and the two men quickly left Harlee and I alone with Rhi. As they exited the room, Amar made his way in and jumped on the bed next to Rhi, nosing and licking her face. "Be careful with that one; there's no safety," Harlee calmly said of the firearm I was holding as she made her way over to

Douglas held me tighter as we rushed to Ross's side. He had been stabbed by Laurel, then hit by the car. Blood was everywhere. Ross couldn't speak. His eyes were filled with affection as he looked at me. He tried to reach for me, but his hand fell limply. I didn't know what to do. I called his name, and Douglas began performing first aid, having learned some basic emergency skills during his travels.

Amadeus approached, wanting to say something comforting. "I'm so sorry for what happened. Fortunately, they're okay." "If something had happened to Santi, I wouldn't have forgiven myself." "It wasn't your fault. You couldn't have known what would happen. Until now, playing hide-and-seek wasn't considered dangerous." He extended his hand, offering a cigarette. "Thanks, but I don't smoke." "Take it, just this once. It will help you calm down." Max took it, and Amadeus lit the cigarette. Being close to that guy felt pleasant. They remained silent for a while.