Dodging You (outlaws Mc) Novels & Stories

So not all humans are that stupid. Well, thinking of it. I move quickly, my inhuman speed allowing me to block their way into safety. “You know that you were dying young anyway, weren’t you?” I glare down at them, their legs giving out beneath them. It’s impressive that four of the seven outlaws actually try to run again, or even fight me. I slowly lose the concept of time, only concentrating on not letting them escape while creating a masterpiece with the blood splattering out of them. I don’t need to drink them all anyway.

Should I do anything, or even Nex for that matter, Helix will… “Don’t dawdle any longer, brat! Have your fill!” “Helio, don’t! Please, stop!” I stared down at the kid, prepared to defend myself, when a gunshot was heard. BANG!

My old girlfriends were already waiting by the arrivals gate, crowding around me the second they spotted me. The wine-red coat stood out in the crowd. Grace Reels, one of the oldest of our group, grabbed my hand. "It's about time! We rented a beachfront villa this year and saved you a room with an ocean view." That evening, we gathered on the terrace for a seafood boil. Waves crashed in the distance while we raised our glasses and toasted to being together. Elaine Hudson set a lobster on my plate and said, "You handled that apartment situation perfectly. Some kids just don't appreciate what they have until it's gone."

I navigated the dense New York traffic without paying attention to the route, relying on pure muscle memory to get me to the docks. The Dwayne MC clubhouse sat at the end of an industrial alley. It was a massive, reinforced concrete warehouse. The heavy metal gate rolled open as I approached. I parked my bike inside the main bay and cut the engine. Everywhere was silent but then it only lasted exactly three seconds before I heard the shout. I walked through the steel door into the main bar area. The room smelled of stale beer, gun oil, and unwashed bodies. Wayne and Iris were circling each other in the center of the floor. Wayne was bleeding from a cut above his left eyebrow. Iris had his ha

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

Sam dodged, went to the other side and kicked him in the midsection, sending him falling to the ground. Another bandit swung at me with a makeshift club laced with wolfsbane as well. I ducked just in time. I felt the rush of air as the club moved past my head. I moved to the other side and threw a punch to the bandit's ribs, followed by a knee to the stomach. The bandit doubled over, gasping for breath. I kicked his hands, grabbed the club from him and used it to knock him out with a blow to the head. Behind me, i heard the sounds of the others fighting.

“You’re all out of your minds. How do you figure I’m a Boy Scout?” “Are you serious?” Clutch asked. “Back in the day, you toed the line tighter than anyone.” “Cutter ran me out on a fucking rail,” I protested. “Yeah, but before that you were the golden boy of our crew,” Clutch said. “Y’all’s memory is a tad bit different from mine.” “Okay, cowboy. How ’bout you tell us a campfire story,” Clutch said in a mock southern drawl. “A tale from the old days. Back when the outlaw Minus the Kid would ride into town and raise hell.”

Every word hit like a punch to the gut. She shook with rage, hands clamped tight around my throat. Her bloodshot eyes screamed murder. I gasped, air slipping away fast. Right as everything started to blur, Mike kicked her off. "Stupid bitch! You trying to ruin everything? If she dies, how the hell are we supposed to get money from the Felton family?" Cecilia hit the floor hard, shrieking like a maniac. Mike didn't even look at her. Just turned to me. "Chill. You're safe—for now. At least until Terrance Felton shows up with the cash. You two must be something. He's offering a whole billion for you. Not bad, huh?"

Without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger. In the next second, Boss Dart stumbled backward while clutching his leg. The crowd screamed in fear before running away, frightened they would get themselves involved with the mess. “Aaaaagh!” Wails of pain broke the air. Soon enough, only Boss Dart was standing in the middle of the place. “You…” “You people…” “You’re lawless!” “Do you not care about the law?!” “I’m Boss Dart! I’m one of the Four Goliaths of the Hatchet Gang!”

Gather again close to the main house! --- I saw a rogue who seemed to be distinct from the rest as we withdrew. He moved more deliberately and was bigger. And there was a sense of wisdom in his gaze that made me shudder. A sly smile flashed over his face as he latched onto me. He sprang, his claws aimed at my neck before I could respond. His blow knocked me falling, but I managed to duck at the last second. In a flash, Killian was there, his enormous body crashing into the outlaw and pinning him to the ground. But the rogue chuckled, a deep, guttural sound that chilled my blood, rather than struggle.