This Time Maybe I'll Be Bulletproof Novels & Stories

"That's his business." I scoffed. "Seriously, I can't believe I let myself go with you to kill people." He looked at me. "You gave me options and I picked one." He shrugged again, returning his eyes to the road. I shook my head in disbelief. "You chose to take me to that place? What if I got shot?" "That can't happen, baby. Big Kai's girl can't get shot. Or else the world would burn." My heart reacted instantly. "Besides, my car is fucking bulletproof and I am good with guns. Faster even."

“From ‘let’s go public together’ to ‘back in your box’ in under ten minutes. New record.” “This isn’t about you,” he snaps, then catches himself. “It is. It’s about you not catching a stray bullet because some idiot wants to send me a message.” “Every bullet aimed at you finds me anyway,” I say. “On video. On paper. In headlines. You keep saying it’s not about me; the world keeps disagreeing.” “This is not the time,” he says, voice cracking at the edges. “Of course it’s not,” I say. “It never is.”

Bеѕіdеѕ, bіtіng thе bullet іѕ something I knоw hоw tо do wеll. If I lоѕе mу bаdgе over thіѕ, ѕо be it. I wоuldn’t take bасk anything I’vе dоnе on this case. It wаѕ аll for Cаrrіе. She’s wоrth it.

He pulled out a gun from his side, and I pulled mine, too. “Could it be the men we had escaped from?”I asked to see him shake his head. “They are too dumb to realize we were the ones there,” he said. I nodded in agreement. They couldn't find us when we were in the hall a while ago. I looked at the rear mirror, “what if they shoot at us?” I asked. “Don't worry, the car is bulletproof,” he said, and I breathed out. True to my word, they shot at us. But the bullet didn't get to us. Whoever they were, it was clear their goal was to bring harm. “You must have a lot of enemies, Bruno,” I said.

I confided, hoping he would yield to my warning. “Little Pen, that will be another day, not today, I don’t have the luxury of time to pull my clothes and start fixing a bullet vest, it’s going to take a whole lot of time and they are waiting for me already, I promise you that I will take care of myself.” He reassured me again.

I could have used a little self-trust right about now. ***

Seeing that Isla's face got gloomier, he hurriedly reassured, "Don't worry, I was wearing a bulletproof vest at the time, so it’s just a bullet impact, a small injury. The doctor said that I just need to put a little medicine and don’t need to be hospitalized..." "Bullets hitting your body and you still say it’s a small injury? You got lucky this time and the bullet was blocked by the bulletproof vest. If you weren’t wearing a bulletproof vest, or if the bullet strayed a bit and hit a place that the vest could not cover, you wouldn’t have been able to come home, right? Alex, do you even have a sense of proportion? Bravery and recklessness aren’t the same, understand?"

Shit, I probably needed to do something about that too, if I wanted her safe on the road… “She’s different,” I confessed, smiling a little when I remembered how she’d hugged me earlier. Sure, I was built like a tank, but that’s not what had resulted in my tag name. After getting shot at close range, and the bullet just bouncing off, the men were convinced that I must be made of steel. It wasn’t until they saw me bleed that I finally convinced them that kryptonite wasn’t my weakness…

I'm being attacked, and I'm defenceless. "I'm on my way. Are you in a good hiding place?" "Yes, I think so," I said, wincing at the sharp pain in my arm. "Okay, stay put. The car's bulletproof. I'll be there soon," Jordan said. "Okay,"

Atticus shot back, "How insecure are you?" A mixture of frustration and hurt swirled within me. "Oh, trust me, you guys have done a splendid job chipping away at that over time," I responded, my voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "But guess what? I don't need you to remind me of my shortcomings. I've become quite skilled at finding my own ways to cope. I've been doing it my whole life, and I'm certain I can manage a few more times." In that instant, they exchanged a quick, guilt-ridden look that didn't escape my notice.