Behind The Scenes The Outsiders Novels & Stories

We moved fast—duffels, weapons, phones left behind. As we slipped out the back into the woods behind the house headlights swept the street. Thornton’s voice carried on the wind soft, chilling. “Noah… Alexander… come out. Let’s finish this.” Jax led us deeper into the trees. Rain started again. And somewhere ahead safety. Or another trap

Heather POV By the time we returned to the clearing at the beach, the fire had been put out, and the area had been cleaned up. The group is standing around the truck waiting for us. Quinn hollers at us to hurry up and get our asses in the truck. I walked up to the back of the truck and turned to Levi, who was standing at the rear of the truck, talking to Jacob and Zane, who were already in the back of the truck. “You can get in the front with Quinn, Reed, and Lucas. I’ll ride in the back.” All three guys look at me with looks of confusion and concern on their faces.

“We’ll need to remain outside. Let them unload their victims into the warehouses and keep Durand from entering. Corralling the civilians will keep them out of harm’s way. Bones, you’ll need to shield the warehouses.” “That’ll tie me up from shielding any of you,” Bones warned. “We’ll handle it.” Sunset was twenty minutes away and they had time to settle into their positions. Drone footage had the semi-trucks forty minutes out and still not deviating course. Xander was the one to spot them first, reporting the sighting to the team. “Have incoming. Three semis, four SUVs.”

But resolve. They left through the side gate, the one that led to the service driveway. Adrian had already called a discreet driver he knew from university days—no questions asked, cash only. The black SUV waited in the shadows beyond the property wall. As they slid into the backseat, Elena glanced back at the mansion one last time. The windows were dark except for the faint glow from Richard’s study. She imagined him sitting there, staring at nothing, the weight of betrayal settling into his bones. She turned away.

I knew I was going to hell. My name is Olivia. Think of a beautiful lady of 22 yrs, elegant and charming in appearance like the roses of the valley. The worst thing I hate is trouble because I have a delicate heart and never had it crossed my mind to ever hurt a fly but here I am, behind a Hilux with cuffs on my wrists while a chain engulfed my ankles like a criminal. Looking beside me, I saw men dressed in army uniform at my both sides, handling a deadly rifle which they would use to send any unfortunate being to an early grave. None of them were smiling. They look scary and fear grips my fragile heart.

They mocked me and said I was living in a fantasy. Laughed at the idea that I still saw myself as Lloyd's golden boy. They called me an idiot. Because everything that happened to me was with the Lloyds' and Liliana's blessing! I woke up from that nightmare, shivering all over. … I needed water, something to calm my nerves. That's when I saw Janet sneaking out, helmet in hand, ready for another midnight ride. I pretended not to notice and kept pouring my drink. However, Janet stopped and came over.

My fingertips trembled, not because I didn't know these things had happened. But because she had written them down herself, and they were presented before me so bloodily. The tide in the underground social circle turned in an instant. "Oh my god, to all the girls who were trashing the Moretti Principessa a few days ago, maybe you should come out and apologize?" "This girl is way too manipulative. Her acting is definitely Broadway-level." "I feel so bad for Aurora. Pushed out of her own home by her own parents, and she still managed to survive until today."

Not fully. But enough. Outside, the noise grew louder. Inside, the tension shifted. Not fear. Not panic. Something else. Something sharper. Something closer to resolve. Oliver moved toward the door. Paused for just a second— Then opened it. And stepped out. Into the spotlight.

Though I'm pretty sure Midnight can handle us all alone. After a few minutes, we finally arrived outside their uncle's office. I gently knocked on the door and called him out, "Sir? It's Zen. I'm with your nieces right now. May we come in?". The door opened, and the person who came into our view wasn't the boss but instead his Secretary, Vera Williams. She smiled at us, then bowed at the sight of Midnight and Zithea. Well, they're pretty much like the heirs.

Behind the door is a small drawstring bag which I guess holds the grits. Her eyes follow me as I walk out of the hut. Outside, I take a deep breath and release it. My eyes takes in my surroundings, the hut is in the middle of various other stone huts and the neighbourhood is a very rowdy one. Escape would have to call for my powers. I hear a cough from the window I didn't know existed behind me. The fat woman gives me a death squint,"the chicken coop is right behind the hut. And don't get any crazy ideas, there are eyes watching you."