Dodging You (outlaws Mc) Novels & Stories

He anticipated my move and dodged once more. After fighting him for a while, I could read the patterns. This bastard avoided my punches rather than blocking them. Just as I suspected, he preferred dodging to striking. This time, I feinted. When my left fist swung, the man moved to my right side to dodge. With my sharp right claw, I clawed his shoulder, stopping his movement. He cried out as blood flowed from his shoulder through the wound. I then twisted his arm and dropped my body to push him off the dumpster, forcing him to crash to the ground. His arm cracked and tore under my claws. I was about to sink my fangs into his shoulder, but he pushed me to break free.

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.

I know my biggest advantage is my speed, and if I can play keep-away, tire him out, I’ll be able to take him down easily. He falls for the bait, charging toward me. I wait until the last second to dart out of the way, sending him skidding across the dirt. He doesn’t lose his balance, though, and I circle around, putting some distance between us as I wait for his next advance. He comes at me again, full speed, and I manage to dodge his blow, ducking and rolling to the side right before he can land.

Logic be damned, all they saw was red. “You’re not a Justicar,” said one of them. “You’re just a traitor. So you can stuff your violation right back up your tail.” They then drew their beltknives and began to surround her with careful steps. Doleth eyed all of them, then snorted in derision. She didn’t wait for them to completely surround her, and instead leapt towards the nearest Drogar. Fire was in her eyes as she stepped into her dance. Her blade lashed out against her target as she spun into range. Her speed and grace was far beyond his, to the point where he didn’t even have the capacity to raise his blade to protect himself.

he asked. I smirked. An idea came into my mind. “Work with me.” He was confused for a moment. Then let out a small laugh, “You’re kiddin’, right?” “I’m not.” I stood up and locked the door of the club office. I told him the concept of Ringo Dingo and explained how does it work. For a minute or so, he was utterly shocked. “But that’s illegal!” “I know.” “And we are a Catholic school!” “I know.”

Jared stood in front, my biggest threat, while I kept Miles and Damon in my peripheral vision. Jared moved first, testing me with a swing aimed at my gut. I ducked under his arm, dropped to my knees, and slid toward Miles. My fist shot upward, straight between his legs. The sound he made was half-gasp, half-groan. He crumpled instantly. One down.

I drank myself sick at endless business dinners and networking events, and in the end, I helped him secure a comfortable position as CEO. However, once his career stabilized, he suddenly claimed he needed to "test my sincerity". He said he would only agree to marry me if I passed all 52 premarital tests Chelsea had set up. So, under the excuse of testing me, Chelsea made me collect 9,999 handwritten blessings from strangers. When I arrived at the office, she would deliberately dump ice water over my head. She even put laxatives in my drink, so I ended up having explosive diarrhea during business meetings and humiliating myself in public.

She's in full mother tiger mode. The talk with Linc goes as well as I expected. It ends with me sitting in the living room with my head back trying to keep my bloody nose from making a mess. I refused to defend myself because I completely understand his anger. Beth, the baby, and Shelby are next door. They'll stay on Shelby's side of the duplex until Dax arrives. Dax is another thing my brother's angry about. Dax is the president of Desert Crows, an outlaw motorcycle club in Arizona. They have close ties with Moon's organization but it's not widely known. If Gimonde gets anywhere near the Crows' compound, Dax and his men will defend their territory to the death.

A cut. It's different. This one not matching the cut of the Nightmare Warriors that I have seen. This one has an image of a skull with a cross bone under it. Around the image in big bold white letters are the words Rejects MC. I narrow my eyes as his stands there with his arms crossed leaning against my car, smoking a cigarette. I march over, get in front of his vision and cross my arms matching his gesture. "Um excuse me sugar, but last I checked leaning against a person's hood was rude. Maybe your mamma didn't teach you that, but I can assure you it is." The stranger smirks then pulls his cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it away from the two of us.

“Because it’s true.” Before I could respond.... A loud clink cut through the room. Glasses. Voices quieting. Attention shifting. I turned. A guy stood at the center of the room, raising his drink with a grin that screamed trouble. Cameron. “Alright!” he called out. “Let’s make this night interesting.” A ripple of excitement moved through the crowd. People gathered. Closer. Tighter. More dangerous. “Truth,” he said, smirking, “or dare?”