Joker Hideout Novels & Stories

A rough, accented, rugged man nudged his companion. "The trick with people like that is showing them who is in charge. Besides, it's not like he has any idea of where to find us in the first place." He jumped off the crate he had been sitting on and spread his arms open wide. "This place is the perfect hideout. We've been conducting our business here for some time." The hideout was referred to as a remodeled warehouse positioned some ways away from the bustling city. Enough to be convenient but not too far away.

"He has a dozen safehouses. Penthouse suites at the Bellagio, the Wynn, the Venetian. Bunkers in the desert. We’re searching, but he’s good at disappearing when he wants to." I stood up, walking to the window. Outside, the lights of the city twinkled, oblivious to the war being fought in its gutters. "So be it," I snarled, slamming my fist on the table. "He wants to hide? Let him hide. It changes nothing. He broke the code."

Once they got there, they filled him in. "I checked her car, no gps. What's her cell number?" I.T. asked. Raine gave it to him. He entered it into his computer and a little while later gave them the news. "It's off now but the last cell tower it pinged off of is not good. The only thing in that location for miles is one warehouse." I.T. replied. "Whose warehouse?" Jax asked. “Well, it's not really a warehouse anymore, it's a clubhouse. Joker's MC clubhouse to be exact." I.T. replied.

“Want some apples?” Instead of replying to her question I gave her a smile that she thought was real. Jenny takes one and starts peeling it. Eventually, she handed me a plate of skinless fruit that was neatly sliced. The Head’s POV I entered my office through the secret passage that only me and my right hand Ver knows. This abandoned looking building from outside is my gang’s hideout and my sanctuary. But when you step in this three storey is designed full of equipment for their training. I don’t like imperfect pawns after all.

I would be back soon enough, but first I needed answers. I strolled down the hallway and out the front door, that, fortunately, someone had already replaced. Instead of following the paths that snaked out from the front of the property, I followed a less traveled trail that led around the side of the massive pack house. The males were being held in cells Zeke had constructed in an underground bunker behind the big house, at the back of the property. Theo had been particularly helpful with unmasking this hidden location. I was sure Zeke’s men were not as happy to be on the other side of the bars, but they had made their own beds.

He paced the room like a lion losing its mind, cursing, finally launching a chair into the wall with a guttural yell. “She was supposed to be SAFE!” he roared. Trenholm leaned over the war map. “We think we found the location. If his demands were real, if he's staging near Baja… there’s one place that fits.” He tapped the screen. An abandoned textile plant in Prince George’s County. Shuttered since ‘98. No security. No lights. But solid. Industrial. Untraceable. “Six floors,” Trenholm explained. “Steel framework. Concrete bones. Underground waste tunnels. The kind of place you can hide a woman, and the screams never echo outside.”

“Yeah she didn't say it was him exactly, but I have a good feeling it was. Everything added up when she told dad her story. The long gap in her resume, her fighting skills, her nightmares, and the reason she takes these pills, Dr. Smith gives to her.” “Wait, you know all of this?” “Looking and listening doesn't harm a soul.” “You mean snooping and eavesdropping.” My wolf said. “Ohh, I forgot to telling you we received a call yesterday from Hector, something about local police. I couldn't hear him properly.” “Fuck.” I took a swing at the wall once more before grabbing mY shirt. “Let's go.” Hector is one of my men that's located on a little island in a trio. This is where I run my illegal trad

Justin said to himself That was her plan. She was going to make him give up before he even had a chance to fight. He rolled his eyes. Where could Damian possibly be? He decided to start his search from the one place he was familiar with, his house. Justin jumped into his wolf form because he could run faster that way and in to time, he was in front of the house but for some reasons, he couldn’t get in. He changed back to his human form and he was shocked to find his clothes intact on his body.

Inside was something blinded by the light and being disturbed by the noises. It is alive. “The werewolf shifter!” Announcing the last creature for auction, Maynard is disgusted at how they treated his race. “It is a young cub obtained during a hunt in a certain province, its location is kept a secret in order to preserve their habitat. This is a male one, the ears and the tail are clearly not a disguise but it's real.” It was the first time that the Joker left on his platform, he went near the cage and grabbed the tail which was protruding outside and pulled it hard.

Lyla met him at the basement door. "So, what did you find?". she asked. He held up the phone. “Someone built a hideout under this clinic. And I think whoever the y are… they’ve been watching this place long before I ever moved in.” Lyla’s voice hitched. “Jace. What if you were meant to move in?” They turned toward the windows—just in time to see a shadow dash across the street. Too fast to identify. But unmistakably there. Watching.