Dallas Winston The Outsiders Novels & Stories

There was a worried look in his eyes, and it had every right to be there. Two years of prison and the second I stepped out, Dante was there. We'd met working for Denver. Dante was the only person that I knew who could do better. He was smart, and he'd once wanted to quit like me, but then I was framed and sent to prison. That kind of shot that idea to hell. Defying Denver wasn't something Denver would be willing to let go. He was the biggest drug dealer in Dallas, and his reputation wasn't of the friendly nature.

No doubt she had recorded until end, waiting until I orgasmed in the middle of the dance floor as his hands ravished me. That bitch. Before I could press “delete,” a branch snapped behind me. I spun around to see Dallas, head lowered with ominous eyes, as he stalked through the trees. His shirt was off as he pulled his sweatpants up over his briefs. Sweat glazed over his forehead and hardened chest. He used the shirt, wiping the glistening beads that smoothed over those crafted abs.

"Find a way to narrow it down to a particular target. We don't have to look into all the families in Dallas" "I understand Miss". "The event that took place that year wasn't just for every Tom, Dick and Harry. It was made only for elites". Fiona's eyes shone with a new understanding. Her lips curved faintly. "I understand". "You can leave" Sasha ordered. Fiona left. Sasha stood from the couch and walked to her mini bar. She took out a bottle of whiskey and poured herself a glass. She took calm sip. A girl from Dallas... A name surfaced in her mind.

I wasn't a crier - keep that in mind. There was no other way to react. The fact that Dallas had to see me like that was even worse. Now he'll never interact with me knowing that I'm the girl who became the school's latest joke and why would anyone want to interact with that poor embarrassment. I guess it made sense. You're worthless and ugly. Dallas is simply using you. You're his amusement for the month. You don't mean anything to him nor will you ever. He doesn't care about you. You're not anyone to him.

When Ophelia suddenly pressed their lips together, Dallas's eyes widened. But his surprise turned to delight as he willingly embraced the lips and began kissing back. His hand reached for her hips, but before he could place his fingertips on her skin, it was jerked away with force. Ophelia glanced up in horror as Dallas's body was hauled away from her and Onyx stood in front of her. In the faint moonlight, she noticed how his veins protruded from his neck and arms, and how his shoulders flared up, making him appear even larger. His stance was predatory as his balled fist landed on Dallas's face. Dallas's body jolted back in pain, and Ophelia gasped. Onyx had his hand around Dallas's neck, ho

I mumbled as I stood. “Too late now. She’s known too much for too long.” Dallas shrugged. “She’ll be like a daughter to me. I’ve always wanted one, and a ruthless one is even better.” A laugh burst from him, and he slapped his meaty, ringed hand across his knee. “The way she pulled that trigger, even I jumped.” I shook my head, concerned for the very first time that we’d stripped someone of their last straw of innocence. My black boots clomped across the floor to Winona. I waited for her to turn her attention my way as I stood over her, but her eyes stayed on her boyfriend like he was her world.

She didn't notice as she begged me to leave, her eyes playing a game on my own, soon I would be the one begging to stay. "You should stay, please", she begged and begged, but I knew I had to get home, I think I needed to be alone to process this all. To figure out what to say. How to even say this. I wished he would just leave me alone, or I could ghost him but it never seemed to work. He always found a way to come back, maybe I could move far far away. Dallas led us outside to his shiny red car and opened the seats so Vi could fit, as a group of boys seemingly approached the car, meeting eyes with the driver. Dallas got out of the car, with no resistance as he looked back before he joined t

I ask, my servant-bot slowly hovering at the base of my staircases. “Unstoppable had been beaten,” my servant-bot starts,” The OutCasts had defeated him and now, he is begin held in a maximum-security prison cell at IronWall Prison.” “I guess Unstoppable wasn’t so unstoppable after all,” I say, my eyes still focus on the hundreds and hundreds of screens in front of me. As I keep on watching, I see so many people walking around, doing whatever it is want. I see them speeding through the streets. I see them throw their trash everywhere. I see them act like uncaged animals.

On our way back from the gas station, that was another dead end, Dallas and I make a detour to a small town with a little bar. A bar called Rocky Stone Bar, there aren’t many cars even with it being this late at night. When Dallas and I silently make our way inside, it’s a bit more crowded then I thought it would be. Granted, I guess the town is pretty small, maybe it’s easier for people to just walk here.