Boondocks Huey Outfit Novels & Stories

Chapter 103 Author's POV The dresses were simple but quite effective. Alpha Duiane had instructed to change out of their attire, they donned dark hooded cloaks, scuffed leather boots, and dress belts that made them look like merchant travelers or lower pack members seeking an audience with their alpha. Lessie had first objected on the grounds that she did not like having them on, but Alpha Duiane clamped her mouth shut with a glance which spoke volumes about how urgent their assignment was to this.

I kept my head down as he smoothly slid into the chair, the tension so thick around these two Alpha males that it was getting harder to breathe. He was dressed in a heather gray t-shirt with a dragon etched on the front with jeans so worn that the holes were not a fashion statement. His scent of choice was a familiar blast of Axe body spray, a good smell but nothing fancy and particular. He completed his look with well worn combat boots with the strings tucked in, tying them apparently taking too much effort. “So, why are we all being paired together, Mr. Hanson?” Bethany whined. Mr. Hanson looked at me. “Do you know the connection, Miss Butler?”

she said as she walked back, carrying a bundle of black leather, "This is something you can't go another day without." My eyes lit up when she handed it to me. It was a leather vest, totally blank except for a "Prospect" patch on the front. My very own cut. "Prospects get the Blood Dogs colors—the insignia—after they patch in," Bonnie said. "Go ahead. Put it on." I was overwhelmed zipping it up. It fit me like a glove. "Looks good on you," Bonnie said as she poured us both some coffee. "Always wear it in the bar and when you're riding. Speaking of which, Red and Gunner are bringing your starter bike to the bar today."

He cursed dragging him away by the collar. "Mother". He screamed out. The Hoodie Dude broke out from the memory flash opening his eyes which were now red. He growl gently exposing his canine which had grown into sharp fangs at opposite end. His look was now creepy and deadly. Dropping to his knees he roared loudly into the air.

"Well shit, if it isn't the pothead and his gang of misfits." "Hello to you too son." "Boy don't lump me in with these two, you know I don't smoke that shit." You keep messing around with that one it won't be long. Poor Cy looks like a strung out hippie. The pothead has him dressing like him in sandals, Hawaiian shirts and some kinda loose fitting linen slacks that I don't know what the fuck. "What are you three doing here? Isn't tomorrow your usual mooch day?"

He looked good tonight. The Stormriders hoodie had long since come off. His tee clung in all the right places, chest, arms, a sliver of pale waist showing above his jeans. His hair had that messy, just-fucked volume that usually took a full product line to achieve. His skin was flushed, glowing from the drinks and dancing and sheer desperation. He looked pretty hot. He straightened, squared his shoulders, and dragged in a breath. Time to act like it. He unlocked the door and stepped back into the room.

I strapped on a pair of hiking boots with the hidden contraband heel. As an afterthought, I slid a three-inch blade I bought in New Orleans in the compartment. Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized I resembled a poor knockoff of Wesley Snipes in Blade. To finish the ensemble, I cut a hole in the top of my trench coat and slid my souvenir Hatori Hanzo from the Kill Bill Series down the back. A pair of Ray Bans and fake fangs and I looked a little better. I ran outside and jumped into my 78 Corvette Stingray with rebuilt engine, bald tires and rusted muffler. Hey, I was in college on a scholarship.

I still have a lot to learn about him. “Yes sir!” I answered and try contacting Topgun. Hyung… Where are you now? I mumbled as I tried his number. “Hawkeye…” Big Boy then said. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - JD Hawkeye is such a great help! No wonder hyung got him at a young age… I thought as I rummage under my car’s backseat. I got what I want and changed clothes inside my car. The windows are tinted black so no one from the outside will see me dressing up. I emerged from my car, freshly dressed and feeling cool. Boy, I miss this outfit! I chuckled while walking. I carefully looked here and there as if acting normal and nothing’s wrong. I spotted where “Big Boss” would probably be and went str

But then why would he do that? Duty called and we all got ready to leave for the docks. Harry was dressed in a black long sleeved brown T-shirt and a black free trouser. I dress in a black cat woman stylised jumpsuit with my hair in a pony tail. Rodriguez dressed in his normal clothes and Felicia dressed in her normal black trouser and her Ralph Lauren Polo. "Let's get going shall we?" She stretched out her hands and Rodriguez took it. I did the laces of my Yeezy.

Chapter 12 The Fair The weekend finally came, and I got dressed for the Fair. I wore one of the lowcut tops that he had bought for me, with my favorite jeans, and my backpack purse. He wore his favorite hoodie and some sweatpants, it was starting to get cold so I brought my jacket, he didn't need one he was naturally warm-blooded. We all went together in Rain's Modified Black, Bulletproof Hummer H2 with high-powered weaponry,.They all wore the same outfit,