Emilio Estevez Outsiders Novels & Stories

If it weren’t because of him, I had probably embarrassed myself. “They didn’t see me.” “That’s fine. It’s not the proper time and place. But what are you going to do? You can’t just let them go without a fight.” The weight in my chest grew again. “I don’t know, Wes.” “But why would she be there?” Wes scowled, staring into space. “She can’t be a relative to... Hold on.” “What? What’s wrong?” “The PeekFlix’s CEO. Emilio Estrella? Sofia Estrella? That can’t be just a coincidence, Savi.”

I weakly teased. She huffed, exasperated, but her fingers shook where they rested against my wrist. Emilio turned sharply down a narrow road, barely lit except by the car's headlights cutting through the darkness. The tires rolled over gravel as he slowed to a stop in front of a large gate hidden behind overgrown vines. “This is it.” He stepped out and jogged to the gate, pulling it open. Ashley looked around skeptically. “This is supposed to be a safe house?” “Emilio doesn’t lie,” I said softly.

"Oh! Then if you claim so, why didn't you get out of my son's way? You had to block his way and he knocked you down putting all of us in trouble or oh, was it your plan? You wanted to make it an excuse to hook up with him?" "Sorry, ma'am I have no clue what you are talking about." Esther was terrified by Emilia's unfriendly gesture. "Oh, please, stop being pretentious and spare me that crip. I know your type. Trying to give me an innocent picture when you aren't. What is your name?" She rasped. "I don't know, ma'am." "You don't know?" Emilia bobbed her head baffled. Esther lowered her head. She was pricked by Emilia's gruesome stare and couldn't stand it.

Focus on the movie, Bethy! Near the middle of the movie, there's a knock on my front door and Emilio readily stands up to take care of it. He comes back carrying two boxes of pizza, lots of paper bags and a large container of vanilla ice cream. I move aside my laptop and he places all the food on the table.

Then a loud sound came from the outside of the room, Emilio pushed through the door and dragged two badly beaten men into the room. He smiled as soon as he saw me, I stood up and gave him a hug. “Thanks for coming,” I went back to my seat and crossed my legs. Emilio took out a cigarette stick and light, “As any of them confess,” Emilio asked as he leaned against the wall. “No, they haven't…,” I turned to my supposed family. “Here is my proof,” I added. “Emilio…,” I called. Emilio moved closer to one of the men.

,I was right all along o knew something was off about them both but this is way too much for me to take in ,how do a bunch of high school kids have this sum of money and what business do they have winding upw with Emilio the godfather of Ireland? "When do you want it delivered?" "This week" "Business isn't done that way Trevor and you know so" "I do but orders are orders" "We can twist them a little right?" "Like you've been twisting ?" "Stop being ridiculous, I've been truthful to Esteban" "No names Emilio" "Sorry miss, but she's my girl and I don't think she knows who he is?" "Don't call me miss, call me Tammy and stop talking down to me, I'm a lady but I won't have you look down on me, I

Emily stared at him in bewilderment. "Restaurant? No. I'm late for work." She shook her head. Joel heaved a sigh and turned his head. He looked out through the tinted window. "If you are having a hard time in the industry, you can quit." He said. "Aniii, I'll just endure till the end." Emily smiled. Joel nodded his head. As soon as they reached EWEI, the driver parked right outside the broadcasting building. Emily hastily stepped out of the car and waved her hand till the car was out of sight. She turned around and walked into the building.

Mom then turned to me, looking at me with a pained and aggrieved expression once again. "Rene! Are you seriously going to let your dad and your brothers go to jail? They just made a mistake! It was just a family disagreement that should be easily forgiven!" I wiped the blood from my mouth again. "A mistake? You call it a mistake that you all punched, kicked, and forced me, your own biological daughter, their biological sister, to grovel and beg, all for the sake of an outsider? "Tell me the truth, Mom. I'm not your biological daughter, am I? It's Vivian who is your actual daughter, right?"

“His stepmother just came in and said she received a video of him getting tortured. She showed it to us and it looks really bad. He has been beaten black and blue, and he is still in the clothes that he was in when he escaped from prison. He looks dirty.” I almost laughed because I knew it was a fucking lie. Emilio was well. I had seen him and he was in great shape. I thought he had ditched the clothes that he had escaped from prison in. But he was too smart for that. He was playing everyone and he was starting to look like the real deal. What I wanted to know was what he had to do to get his stepmother to play the part for him. The last time I saw her, she almost killed me because I refused