Getting The Hell Outta Dodge Novels & Stories

This is it… It's now or never. My lips part, and I breathe a shaky breath in before running for the door. I pull the door open and bolt out, leaping off the porch. I feel the grass below my feet, but I can't enjoy it; my only focus is getting as far away from this hell as possible.

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" Dodging. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Gunner took a step forward, using his size, his weight, everything he had to punctuate his resolve. Anything to make this conversation end. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "So just back the hell off, would you?" Even filled with anger, Gunner's voice seemed on the verge of cracking at any moment. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“God damnit Dradon, you’re supposed to dodge the bullets coming at you not catch them with your body. Trixie yelled ducking down in her seat. “Oh, I’m bout tired of this bullshit.” Trixie said, grabbing her bag pulling a grenade out, she pulled the pin hopped out the truck using the door to block the bullets coming her way. She peeked out to try and find out where the bullets where coming from. “I got yall stupid asses nii, yall done fucked up.” Trixie said throwing her grenade at the group of men that were firing at them. She ducked back behind the truck door waiting for the sweet sounds of the blast, then the screams of the men yelling out what body part was blown off in the blast. “GOT

he cringed, "I get it, I was a stupid teenager, but that was like what? Two decades ago, we all did stupid things back then," "You know what go to hell, I quit. Plan your own damn wedding," "I knew I found find you one day, damn, fate huh?" "Reed I am serious do you want to let go of me or not," "Wait till I tell the guys who I ran into," "I'm going to throw up," "Wi-wait what?" "I'm serious. And your guys can go to hell, I see them and I will burn their dicks and feed Satan the stupid cat with it and let go I am seriously going to throw up,"

“GODDAMN FUCK! THAT BITCH IS GONE AGAIN!” “LET’S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE. THAT BITCH IS A LOT STRONGER THAN WE LET ON!” “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND?! NICOLE WILL DO WORST IF WE DON’T GET HER SISTER’S HEAD ON THE PLATTER!” “FUCK!”

He really is a clown and a devil. "I'm warning you both! I'm faster than a bullet! I'll give you a ten-second head start." Sheesh! It might get messy, so I should stand clear! "Y-You're joking! You can't dodge a bullet!" "*Bang! Bang! Bang!" "H-How are we missing!" "You're not missing. I'm just dodging everything! Well, that technically counts as a miss, but now you should get it... you have... no chance of escaping!"

Perhaps he knew he was on the losing side, especially that Shari was only a few meters away from him with her gun in hand, pointing at him as well. “Einille says, get out! Don’t bother her again, or else you’ll have to deal with me.” Vale slowly puts his gun down. “I’ll go for now, but I’ll come back soon.” Hero strolled fast, going out of the house. They all breathed out in peace when they reached the roared of an engine going away. “Sorry about that.” Vale sharply exhaled. He lightly scratched his hair after he rested his gun to the holster behind him.

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?"

"What?" I couldn't help but laugh softly. "Some people really don't know their place. What a pathetic excuse for a person." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Heath trying to rush toward me in a fit of rage, only to be stopped by Flynn's security guard. He looked like he was about to explode. I suddenly felt a rush of relief—leaving him had been the smartest decision I ever made. Winona, still clutching the expensive gown, reached out and grabbed Heath's hand, her voice soft. "Heath, let it go. Ms. Harris didn't mean it. Your wedding's in a month. Don't get into a fight because of me."

Thousands of them. Trying to get out.