Johnny The Outsiders Novels & Stories

Johnny said with a wicked smile on his face. He led us all the way to the back and behind the bush until we exit the amusement park undetected. It was a bushy trail with mangroves and waterways on the left and the amusement park fence on the right. We’re just walking on a single file on a one-foot width walkway and I’m beginning to understand now why Mr. Meyers could not find them. Finally, our trek came to a stop when we reached an abandoned church. Johnny removed the makeshift camouflage revealing an often-used back door. It’s clear Johnny’s been involved with them the whole time. He must be the one who set up this safe house for them. The question is why?

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.

Justin answered without hesitation, "That's impossible. He was out of place in our family's previous dealings and those assassinations because he didn't like them. It's because I knew his character that I was comfortable leaving you in his care." After hanging up, I called Ned. I asked, "Ned, you've been training and protecting Justin in New York. Have you heard of Johnny? What do you think of him?" Ned thought for a moment and said, "I've heard from many people that he was generous in community charity events, bringing warmth and hope to those children in need." Hanging up the phone, I lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. Yes, both from others and in my memory, Johnny was an una

he said and that drew my attention and I returned my focus back to it and started looking at it again . " That's the same can that Johnny used to go to his hideout today," he said and I was beyond shocked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and it was as if my ears were playing tricks on me or I was the one going crazy. I didn't want to believe it because I knew that Johnny was hiding something but doing something this despicable was totally bullshit.

He observed. “What do you want?” Billy grip the edge of the table in conflict about either leaving or attacking the man. “What you were looking for down in the alley, wrong weapon.” Johnny carefully said. “What are you talking about?” Billy instantly on edge. “You know when people think you are a nobody, that’s the moments when you hear and see so much more. Why do you need a gun? Aren’t you out of jail recently?” “What do you know about me?” “Plenty…” Johnny said straightforward. “Something changed somehow.”

Adrian said as he suddenly appeared next to them. Johnny's face turned stiff. He understood that Adrian had most likely wised up to his tricks a long time ago and was merely playing a game of cat and mouse with him. Furious, Johnny threw away the broom in his hand and said, "I quit!" "You quit?" Adrian repeated as he looked at the man in black, who remained silent. Johnny was a man who was protected, while Adrian had nobody except for his fists. "Don't you wish to remain as Dieter's apprentice and inherit all his glory?"

Eight years into the Cappello family, and only today did I discover there's a meeting room beneath the estate. Half an hour ago, my husband Julian put on his coat and said he was heading to the New Jersey docks to handle a smuggling shipment. Five minutes after he left, the estate's internal line rang. It was Julian's driver, asking if he should have the car washed. It had gotten dirty from yesterday's rain. Julian never rides in anyone else's car for long trips. If he'd gone to New Jersey, his driver should be behind the wheel right now. I went down to the second-level basement garage. His car was still there. The emergency stairwell beside it was inexplicably open. I followed it down and f

"Fine by me. Neve needed a bigger play area anyway. I've already had someone knock down the walls and convert your room." It wasn't up for discussion. Instead, he was simply informing me. If this had happened back then, I would have been heartbroken. But now, I only replied, "Whatever." After I cut off contact completely, my family never looked for me again. It was as though I was nothing more than a cheap old coat they'd thrown away. I started working like crazy at a fast-food joint in the neighborhood, just to numb myself. In my spare time, I signed up for a blog under a fake name and wrote random musings no one would ever read.

He dropped to his knees and hit his head on the ground repeatedly, “Miss Joni, have mercy! I can’t take that! I’m not part of the Jennings family! I’m not! I’m an outsider! I’m not worthy of being punished under the family’s rules!” “Now you’re an outsider?” I sneered. “Then why, when you flaunted power in my family’s mall, didn’t you remember that? When you spent Grandpa’s money recklessly, didn’t you remember you were an outsider? When you forced Linda to step on my sister’s inhaler, didn’t you remember you were an outsider?” Blood ran from his forehead, staining the floor. Yet, he didn’t dare stop. Even if he survived one hundred and eighty beatings, he would end up crippled.

Five years after cutting ties with my entire family, I see them outside the prison. They're here to help my younger brother, Hugo Strasser, complete the paperwork for his new job as a correctional officer. Meanwhile, I'm the inmate being released. The moment Mom and Dad see me, they freeze, awkwardness hanging in the air. "Mikey, we didn't have a choice back then when we asked you to take the blame for Hugo," Mom finally says after a long silence. "I never expected you to cut us off on the spot and refuse to call us even once during all these years in prison…" I pull away from her outstretched hand, gather up the last of my belongings, and turn to leave. As I pass them, Dad sudden