Dodging You (outlaws Mc) Novels & Stories

it to stay out of my head. Ethan squinted his eyes. "Name." Once more, the rogue's lips formed a daring smile. "Death me. I won't say. Ethan's jaw tensed, and I briefly believed he may break the man's neck there. Rather, he dropped him, allowing the outlaw to fall to the ground in a heap of coughing. "Preserve him," Ethan instructed Marcus. "For the time being." We proceeded to the subsequent cubicle. As soon as we stepped inside, the younger outlaw stood stiffly in the middle, his eyes darting to me. There was something about his face that made me shudder not hate, nor fear, just recognition. Softly, almost as a greeting, he said, "You." I went cold. "Am I acquainted with you?" He gave a s

I hated how small it made me feel - like I’d slept wrapped in wolves and woke up in their teeth. “Outlaws,” Calder corrected, voice as dry as rusted metal. “Not aimless criminals. We live outside their rules because their rules don’t keep our people safe. We move goods. We move information. We take contracts - legal and illegal - that give us leverage. That keeps our people fed and our enemies honest.” Maddox shrugged, still trying to hide the tension with noise. “We’re also the sort who breaks necks when someone tries to take what’s ours.”

Lisa's POV I dodged, shifting to the side as Dominick's howl ripped through the air, the rogue's claws inches from my face. "Remain back, Lisa!" he said, snarling at the outlaw. "I can do this!" I retorted, avoiding another blow as I stabbed the rogue in the ribs. As it staggered back, the creature's crimson pupils narrowed as it howled in agony. Without wasting any time, Dominick snarled ferociously and tore into it.

Chapter 39 He shot at me and I was fast to dodge it moving behind a pillar. I got hold of my M4, I came out of the pillar and shot them hard. I sprayed three human security dead at once. Mr Dickson started making a run for it and I was left to fight some of his men. They shot at me this second and the next second I knocked out two of them. I attacked the people that blocked the route Mr Dickson is escaping to. Two of those guys came at me with a fight and I brought them down immediately with a swifty hit. Just then a shotgun was fired at me and it caught me. A loner wolf that's the reason why the bullet caught me.

After a pause, he continued, “Young Master Quarters, I’ll be honest with you. Our Dodge family has been operating the runway in Crow Mountain for many years. There are many snags on the roads. You may use them however you see fit.” “Snags? What kind of snags?” “They’re all traps! For example, a nail that can be controlled freely, a stone that pops up suddenly. I guarantee they’re all very effective. It’s a piece of cake to get a car to crash and kill anyone in it!” “What the f*ck! You guys even have such mechanisms here?” Joel was stunned. “Young Master Quarters, don’t worry. We definitely won’t use this kind of method against you. The Dodge family won’t gain a single benefit if any accident

- Warning - This chapter contains foul language. Alice threw the guy into the alley that was next to the bar. He scrambled on his hands and then to his feet. His nose was bleeding profoundly, making his face covered in blood. He bent his head down and charged toward Alice like a bull. Alice effortlessly dodges him. She turned around and kicked him on the butt causing him to stumble forward and fall flat on his belly. Alice leaned against the side of the building waiting for the scumbag to get to his feet again. His clothes were already torn. His pants struggled to keep themself up showing his crack.

“Tell your boss I’m not interested.” The taller one frowned. “Don’t make this difficult.” “Oh, I plan to,” I snapped. “You think you can keep me here like some—” Before I could finish, the man stepped forward. I ducked under his arm, bolting toward the window. I didn’t have a plan — just pure instinct screaming run. My fingers clawed at the latch, but his hand closed around my wrist, yanking me backward. “Let go!” I shouted, twisting, kicking, anything to break free. My heel connected with his shin, and he cursed under his breath. “She bites,” the other one muttered, sounding almost amused.

"That's a lie!" Oren ignored him and turned the page. "The Stoneclaw Lord conspires with human merchants to smuggle forbidden drugs..." "The Ironfang Lord's eldest son is in fact the son of his younger brother..." "Enough!" several lords roared at once. Oren snapped the book shut, his eyes glinting with mockery. "My Lord, I believe the word you used was...'rabble'?" The square fell deathly silent. This was no mere band of mercenaries. This was a vast, shadowy power with a terrifying intelligence network.

Dustin could not help but suspect that members of the Outlaws Department had been complicit in the massacre of his family, and those individuals likely held significant authority. He had already instructed his people to dig deeper. Regardless, one thing was certain: the Outlaws Department was a place he would have to visit someday. The audience in the stadium erupted into a commotion. Timothy and Elijah had already cleared the preliminary rounds, and it was time for the stadium’s grandmaster to step in. Two figures leaped onto the platform. They were both Martial Saints from Grayvale’s black market. Dustin recognized both of them. One of them was Colin, with whom Dustin had previously fought

The guard's sudden move caught everyone by surprise, especially Marcelo, who had been so consumed by his cruel demands that he hadn't noticed the guard's subtle struggles. The guard had managed to free himself from his restraints without alerting any of them. In the blink of an eye, the guard lunged toward Marcelo, his desperate fight for life fueled by an adrenaline surge. Georgina watched in awe as the unfolding chaos unraveled before her. She was no longer the passive victim but a witness to the dramatic twist of fate. As the guard, fueled by desperation, lunged towards Marcelo, a sudden, deafening gunshot tore through the tension-filled air. The sound was jarring, and for a fleeting mome