Getting The Hell Outta Dodge Novels & Stories

I brace myself for an impending storm of retribution. With measured steps, I begin to back away, but my foot collides with an unseen obstacle, sending me sprawling into a mud-covered heap. My clothes and body bear the stains, yet my sole focus remains on putting distance between myself and his murderous gaze. My fingernails grip dirt as I claw my way backward, desperation fueling my escape.

I need to get the hell out of here. I forced myself to calm down. I didn’t want to pass out before I could escape. One thing these guys didn't know was that I was damn good at running away. And if I could get out of this room, I was gone. I didn't care if I had to hitchhike across the country, I was getting out of Dodge. "Not bad," I muttered as I inspected the door. I squatted and looked over it carefully. "Lock is old as hell. I just need something..." I muttered to myself.

I lied. “I’m not stupid, Amanda. You pretend to love me and be happy, but I can see your eyes darting around. You're looking for an exit through which you can escape. Let me make this clear to you. You can try to escape, but that is going to be damned near impossible because of how protected this property is, not to talk of the fact that it’s so far from civilization that you’ll get lost and die of starvation and thirst long before you can leave these woods.

Well, that person had used another word that Billy refused to say out loud. “Hold on, my love! I’m coming to you! I will save you from this nightmare and take you home!” Billy whispered again, stepping on the gas. “I swear that I will never leave you alone again!” It was raining so heavily that if it hadn’t been for the GPS system, Billy would’ve never made it to Pacific Heights. All of a sudden, the city seemed unknown to him. In that instant, the neighborhood seemed to Billy one big evil maze that was protecting that bastard and keeping him away from his love.

“You better if you know what’s good for you. Your father wants his family back and he isn’t going to stop until you both are back with him.” “Go to hell, because I’ll never tell you were she is, and I’ll never return to my Daddy.” He didn’t look very happy with me at all, and then he shoves me into the wall hard enough for my head to hit the wall. “I’m going to make you talk my little one if you want to or not. I really could use a favor from your father.” I was feeling a little dizzy from my head hitting the wall that I really didn’t know his hand was going up my dress. I did hear the idea of his bone in his wrist cracking loudly somehow.

She said it matter of factly, her drug induced haze making her bound and determined to get what she wanted. “Adam, however the fuck you got out of there; they’re now onto you! Ditch your car and get the fuck out of that area if you want to make this work!” Dublin, the persistent interrupter of a good time informed me. “Fucking hell.” I gently pressed her head away from my lap as I readjusted in the sweet, working the levers of the car into overdrive. “Sorry, treasure; we need to get the fuck out of dodge.” She tried to lean over again to get to me, only to be pushed back into her seat as I put my foot in the gas peddle and accelerated.

my mom said, her eyes red. "I will, Mom. Don't worry." "If you ever run short on money, tell me," my dad added, patting my shoulder firmly. "Don't make yourself suffer." I promised them both and said a lot more things I did not even fully remember. Just as I was about to go through security, someone came running toward me, out of breath. She was stopped outside the checkpoint. "Chester!" Nevaeh's hair was messy, as if she had rushed over.

My other arm swept out, instinct pulling him behind me. Gun first. Body second. Rule of protection: Take the hit before they can. I stepped out into shadow, senses straining. Empty corridors. Silent halls. A single exit, already cracked open. No movement. No sign of pursuit. Not yet. “Move fast,” I said. We slipped through the loading dock like ghosts, hearts pounding louder than footsteps. My SUV waited at the far end, untouched, unmarked. A miracle I didn’t question. Not now. Keys. Engine. Doors locked. I peeled us out of that underground hell with tires screaming protest and adrenaline singing in my blood.

Her pale hand instantly scraped the ground, drawing red blood. Ignoring the uproar, he stormed out of the hall like a lunatic. By this time, I was already lying on a private medical jet bound for Zurich. Ethan sat beside me, watching the heart rate curve on the monitor return to normal while tightly holding my icy hand. He whispered, "Nicola, welcome back. You're free from now on."

"Go!" I grabbed Scarlet, Mary, John and Lilac and shoved them towards the storm drain at the edge of the compound. The entrance was half hidden behind sandbags, a steel door barely wide enough for one person at a time. We pushed Lilac through first, Mary was next, then Scarlet followed with John behind her.