Dodging You (outlaws Mc) Novels & Stories

Despite returning to the past, was I still unable to escape the fate of being tortured to my death by a drunkard? In the previous cycle, even though I managed to escape from the drunkard, I still ended up dying at the hands of other drunkards. I had called my brothers behind Camala’s back. Once they heard me crying for help, they sent their bodyguards to capture the drunkard in time, and I managed to survive. But Gloria did not see my brothers even when the curtains closed, and she thought she had been abandoned, so she decided to stab herself with a prop. She died on the spot.

“And you, D? How was your trip?” “Well, K, it was productive,” I smirked. I’d been playing house with the boss of the MC that runs the next city over, Ashworth, a man with the road name Blaze. Blaze is an absolute twat of a man, I wouldn’t have been there if I didn’t have to be. The truth of the matter is that we had reason to believe someone in my club was working with Blaze, and I needed to find out who and why they were willing to betray me.

The man dodged with ease and took out a knife. "Oh, dear officer, would you like to play another game?" The Mafia asked, twirling a knife in his hands. "Game? The only game I know it's sending you to jail," Wade sneakily took out the handcuffs from behind him. He leaped at the man, exchanging blows. Wade snatched a glass from the counter and tossed it at the man who dodged it with ease. He picked up a few more glasses and a wine bottle, tossing it at the man. He saw his chance to attack the moment the mysterious man dodged the glass, face turned away.

I sneered, hiding the dessert bag away before he could steal more from the bag. Marcelo laughed, it was the most humourous laugh I have ever heard. He took a large bite of the cupcake and licked his lips. Smiling wickedly. "You really think being in the Mafia doesn't involve stealing, abduction, and all the good stuff?" "It's funny when you said the word 'abduction' with a straight face." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "And who the fuck say those are good stuff?" "The Marino brothers." He shrugged, grinning.

He was a notorious kingpin in Solandra who often lurked in the waters of the Golden Triangle, with thousands of lackeys under his command. During their last encounter, Pierce was heavily injured, while Gideon also suffered a huge financial loss. It took Gideon until now to fully recover. The police had been relentless, just like flies that were difficult to get rid of. "I won't hesitate to kill you right now. This is for my fallen brothers." Despite saying that, Gideon didn't make a move right away. He was worried that Pierce might be bait for an ambush nearby. "Mr. Graves, please come aboard. I personally came all the way here to ask for your help," Pierce simply said.

My breath hitched, panic rising in my throat as I heard footsteps approach the back of the van. The door screeched open, and light—blinding, white light—poured in. I squinted, my body recoiling instinctively as a figure loomed over me. I couldn’t see his face, only the silhouette of his body, broad-shouldered, towering. He didn’t speak. He just grabbed me again, lifting me like I weighed nothing. I kicked out, desperate to get away, but his grip was iron, unyielding. I was dragged out of the van, my legs scraping against the edge as he hauled me toward a narrow doorway.

The Moonlit Gathering was the most anticipated event of the season, a night where the young wolves of the Black ridge Pack gathered to celebrate their heritage, test their skills, and strengthen their bonds. Bonfires blazed, laughter echoed through the trees, and the scent of roasted meat filled the air. Samantha had never been to one before. She had always been an outsider, watching from the shadows while Serene and the others basked in the pack’s warmth. But tonight was different.

Chapter Thirty Five ** No One’s Point of View ** As the MC made their way to the warehouse, Ron was thinking over and over all the lies he could potentially use. He had already covered his ass by saying he cancelled the meeting and cast doubt on the Devils Angels by saying he forgot to tell them. Sure, he COULD face backlash and some blame for his involvement in that, but it would mean his Club and daughter believed the bullshit. Believed that he wasn’t the one to pull the trigger and end the life of his once best friend, Alexander Coates.

Chapter 28: One Hell Of A Skirmish The Outskirts, The Coyote M. C. Hangout, Canyon Creek, Iowa... Growls rumbled through the air as much as the roaring of the various motorcycle engines that had come to a certain area before being shut down as gunshots could be heard ringing out all along the patch of dirt the rival M. C. called their own. At first glance, Brick's keen grey eyes took notice of the damage done via the shootings and the struggle that ensued once The Badger M.C. happened upon the "Zygote" territory. Dirt and dust filled the air making it much more difficult to see one's hand in front of their face, but the Howler M.C. had multiple advantages in comparison to The Badgers M.C. an

Cassidy, unlike Ade, hated the way these women looked towards her with such distaste and how men watched the wildfire herself stroll through mainstreet after the three had eaten breakfast; Mateo clutched his hands into fists as he sucked on a hard sour lemon candy, a small headache still dancing behind his eyes, and he was personally glad that Dodge looked more deadly than usual. Dodge, standing tall behind his goddess and the boy who had developed a liking for lemon candy, his black hat was tipped down just enough to shield his eyes from both the sun and the stares of strangers while his guns hugged both sides of his hips, bullets decorating the space between, and against the black everythi