Johnny From The Outsiders Novels & Stories

Johnny said pleadingly " Forgive me sir I didn't know....." Before he could finish his sentence Danial slapped him. Johnny was thrown across the room, half of his face was bloodied and numb. He looked at Danial and raged " You slapped me? How dare you slap me do you know who I am and what I do? I am Johnny Langley the most powerful gangster in the southern district" Johnny tried to stand but realised that he couldn't move his legs. He looked at Danial who was approaching him and was stunned. Danial looked like a demon who climbed out of the deepest parts of hell. His aura was rampant and his eyes were bloodshot.

Jenny didn’t need to pretend to be polite, especially in front of Brian. “All right, I can take a hint.” Johnny said as he moved his chair from the table. “Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow anyway. See ya on the air, Ms. Reed.” Johnny left the bar, not bothering to look back. He’d long ago learned how to read signals, and the message was coming through loud and clear from Brian and Jenny. It was really too bad. Under different circumstances... but Johnny wouldn’t even consider the possibility. He was Denise’s big brother, and he was going to do whatever he could to discredit the woman his brother-in-law was screwing.

Immediately after, a message from Enzo came through. Just four words. "Sister, I'm sorry." I stared at the photo, but I felt nothing. Not satisfaction, not anger, nothing. It was like reading an old mafia gossip rag that had nothing to do with me. Jessy was leaning back on the sofa, already a little drunk, and raised her glass to me. I draped a cashmere shawl over her shoulders and walked to the window alone. The fireworks exploded in the distance, one after another, shattering into a sky of gold and red.

"Irene! They're our parents! How could you be so cold-blooded now? Even if Mom and Dad were in the wrong, what they did can't possibly be punishable by death, can it? They're your family—" I interrupted him. "You are a family. You all treated me like an outsider and punched and kicked me half to death. Were you thinking of me as a member of your family back then?" Isaac's ragged breathing came through the line, but he said nothing. Finally, he broke down and cried out desperately, "Rene, I was horrible to you back then. I was a terrible bastard! "But Mom and Dad are lying in the hospital now, and Vivian stole all the money and Mom's jewelry in the house and disappeared with them all!

“He flew straight to the other city from Adam’s family.” “I think he’s seeing someone,” Jenny whispered softly in my ear. “By the way, Mom,” Jenny said slyly, “is it okay if I stay out as late as Johnny?” “Yes, sweetheart, that’s fine,” her mom laughed. “I already spoke with your mother, Johnny,” she added with a wink. We didn’t rush through lunch—we just wanted to make it to the party on time. It was already late afternoon by the time everyone finished chatting. “Julie, darling, Uncle Steve,” Adam said, “we should probably start getting ready.”

she asked. Johnny nodded. “I’ve been away too long.” A pause. “And I don’t think I’m wanted here anyway,” he added quietly. That one hurt. Grace looked up quickly. “Don’t say that.” Johnny turned to face her. “It’s the truth.” Silence. Grace didn’t deny it. Because she couldn’t. Her mother made it obvious. Richard made it uncomfortable. And even the staff treated him like an outsider. “I’m sorry,” Grace said softly. Johnny shook his head.

When Nat got home, he opened the door to find Johnny lying in bed, his leg wrapped in white bandages. He knelt beside him and brushed his hair gently. Johnny was mute and expressionless, his anger flickered in his eyes as he avoided his father’s gaze. Alicia stood nearby, watching, still half-regretting the way she had spilled the truth. “What’s going in, buddy?” Nat asked softly. “Tell me what’s going on. Why would you try to hurt yourself?” His voice was calm and pleading. He kissed Johnny’s forehead.

If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong? I scoffed, "I don't want anything. I wish you and your family a lifetime of happiness." With that, I turned and went to the bedroom to pack my things. Sophie followed me into the room and slapped me across the face. "It's New Year's! What kind of attitude is that? It's just an apple. Do you have to turn the whole house upside down over something so small? Julius already feels awkward in this family. After your little scene, just how embarrassed do you think he is?

“You didn't hear my advice to leave the grounds. Instead, you decided to get yourself caught. Why are you here? Why were you watching me? What do you want?” “You don't remember me, do you? I'm Johnny, I am the mate of your daughter Jonnie. Do you remember her, right? She is your daughter from your second mate, but you killed him when he beat you to hell and back. She walked away from me. She didn't say one word to me. One day, I went to work, and when I came home, she was gone. I've been looking for her for years. I came looking for you to see if you knew where she was.”

And now he was circling the drain with rats and roaches. I lit a cigarette, drawing in smoke and leaned back in the cracked leather chair my men had dragged in. Outside, my men waited, posted in the shadows, waiting for the word if things went south. The door rattled, metal against metal. I crushed the cigarette under my heel, pulled the gun tight in my hand. Johnny appeared, worst than the motel. Gaunt, pale, hair thinning in patches, shoulders slumped like a man carrying the weight of all his own bad decisions. His eyes flicked around the room, and for a second I thought he might try something. They went wide when they landed on me.