Austin Porter Novels & Stories

It was a biography on Austin. Austin Quirk. Male. 28 years old. Biracial. Born in a small mountain village. Because of his excellent academic performance since young and his intelligence, he was selected exceptionally as a member of the national basketball team during high school. But some time later, Austin beat someone to death because of a girl. And he was sentenced to prison for 17 years, but it wasn't long before he killed a few people in prison because he was trying to escape. After he was arrested, he became a serious offender and was locked up in the Green House.

Unlike Austin who has proven beyond his words and actions that his loyalty is with me. Parker is someone opposite. Austin may be brash and explosive, he can be a real asshole if he wants to be, but at the end of the day, he’s a good guy. I just miss him so much. I didn’t know how much I usually relied on his strength and stability. Just being in his presence makes me so much stronger and braver somehow. Like I can face anything if he’s with me.

He leans between the seats and hands me a bottle of water. Austin is driving. I have no idea if Austin is his first name or last. He’s Victor Corbin’s enforcer. This makes him a scary dude. Austin’s about 2 inches shorter than me and Gomez and he doesn’t carry as much muscle. His pale blue eyes are as cold as Gomez’s dark ones. Austin is a killer and one I never want to go up against. Corbin, his boss, runs the drugs and guns in Cali. We pre-arranged this pickup with Corbin. It surprises me he sent Austin. Things must be slower in California than they are in Arizona and New Mexico.

“I can’t believe that guy. Did he hurt you? Did he touch you, Odessa? Because I’ll break his face so badly he won’t play for three games.” “Hey, relax. Is this just about Austin? You seem tense.” He let out a deep breath, but that didn’t stop him from looking frustrated and tense. “Yeah, it’s about him. I expected better from him.” “It’s alright.” Austin’s words replayed in my mind. The way he spoke about the scar was as if he were implying something entirely different. Something like Gavin’s scar. Did Austin know Gavin Waters? “Hey, you don’t look so good. I swear I’ll kick his ass,” Ryder growled.

Chapter 8 #Austin The atmosphere is luxuriant and relaxed, with a piece of slow music playing on the radio Austin sat on the mild pricey cushion with his legs crossed and sipped from his liquor The internet is bumbled up, but it's just for the moment, he has ordered Becky and Xander to take care of the internet All it will take to clear the video from the internet is cash, and he has a lot of it's He isn't concerned about what the people of Mexico City says

It was just strange that he was submitting to me without me doing more than shove him into a tree. “He’s part of our pack, Luna,” a familiar voice called out. “Why are you calling her Luna?” Alex questioned out of breath. Alex is here? I turned my head and looked behind me. Trooper Bryant stood, though not in uniform, with all his piercings and arm tattoos on display. Next to him, trying to catch his breath, was Alex. “I told you to stay back at the house, boy. Are you deaf or just too dumb to do what a trooper tells you?” Bryant rolled his eyes.

Austin says, handing me a beautifully wrapped package. I eagerly take it from him, my hands trembling with anticipation. Ripping through the paper, my eyes widen in astonishment and sheer happiness. Before me is a breathtaking portrait that captures the exact same image as the locket I always wear. My heart skips a beat as I take in every intricate detail. "How did you manage to do this?" I ask, my voice filled with wonder and curiosity. Austin's eyes sparkle with excitement as he explains, "I asked Martin for a clearer photo, and he provided it to me. I printed it out and created this special portrait just for you. Do you like it?"

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

I started looking at him in a more lustful way and things just got worse from there. He also moved in after my mom died, but he has been gone for the last three years. Which lucky for me was great considering he broke my heart three years ago. Austin has been a pro football player for the Missouri Mastiffs for the past six years. He used to come home every chance he had, but after the incident three years ago he stopped coming home to see me. So, what the hell is he doing here now? “I’m home for good now.” Austin said his smile growing bigger by the second.

“None of your business, Austin, now move along.” “You don’t want me meeting your pretty daughter?” “No, I want you meeting my fist. Now, move along before you do.” Austin sends me a wink and then moves along. “So, I can’t make friends?” “Not with Austin, he’s a flirt and will fuck anything.” “Anything with a skirt, and he looks the part.” He’s a tall, lean, sandy blond with a flirtatious grin plastered to his face, tattoos littering his skin, at least the parts I could see on his arm, and pierced ears and eyebrows. He has no jewelry in, but I’m fairly certain that when he has them in, he looks lethal.