Joker Hideout Novels & Stories

Justin nodded and replied “It’s pretty much as we feared. Serena could never win mother of the year. The whole time he’s been watching her she’s spent getting high, being high, or getting drunk. The problem here gentlemen is that there is no way that Stacia contained this situation on her own. There has, to be someone she trusted to keep her secret. Because this woman still continues to receive money to support her habits and Stacia’s been dead for two years.” It was Nicolas the youngest Denae who said “Follow the money. It will lead back to something or someone.” Justin nodded and sighed as he said, “We already thought of that angle and looked into it, the problem is, the money led right b

“You’re going nowhere, mister! We have a lot of work to do. You can’t just leave!” Seeing that he was adamant, I lost all patience. With one swipe, I shoved him out of my way. “You! Stop right there! Can’t you hear me? I said stop right there!” Mr. Hanks shouted, but I turned a deaf ear, storming out. I took a taxi to my hacker hideout located on the outskirts of the city. On the outside, it looked like an abandoned warehouse, but the inside was like a whole new world. Tons of computers lined a wide wall. Several server boxes lay on underneath every dusty desk. It had been almost a year since I was here, so I wasn’t surprised by its state.

At my wedding rehearsal, the officiant asked for the third time for us to exchange rings. My best friend, Stacy Campbell, stood beside me as the maid of honor, looking impish. "The treasure hunt game's started. Guess where the ring's hidden?" My fiance, Jeremy Dean, let out a helpless laugh and started guessing hiding spots. I was the only one staring at the empty box, sweat breaking out across my forehead. It was starting again. This so-called treasure hunt game. When we were kids, Stacy hid my scarf in the boiler room while Jeremy kept watch for her. I searched for four hours and finally dug the scorched corner of it out of a pile of ash. Right before the SATs, my admission ticket go

Accidental, of course, but putting a show on for Joker either way. As a stand-up, I hear him groan into the microphone, straightening my outfit. My jewelry opened on my ring, filled with a sleeping aid. The target Jasper wanted to meet at his office building. He often slept there on a couch, so it wouldn’t be odd for him to do so. Joker was in the building opposite. We both knew our mission and now it was time to execute it. The building is mostly empty at night as I walk inside and ride the elevator to his floor. I walked like I had all the power with a bottle of wine.

The man said. "You two, go and check over there." Another man said. Jace heard footsteps retreating. So far, she could say there were four of them. He stood up from his position and went to a secret chamber. It was a passage he used to hide in it. He sometimes the mansion without being noticed, especially when he wants to hide. He could still hear the men's conversations from his hideout. One of the men's phone rang and he answered. "Yes boss," he spoke. "We are doing that now. Ok boss. Will do."

“Right. You’d be clocked the second a wolf got within arm’s reach.” “So?” “So,” he said, standing, “we see someone who makes the impossible look easy.” I didn’t ask who. Kael had never once led me into a trap. We rode off-trail until even game paths vanished. The light thinned to green gloom, the air growing old and heavy. When the shack appeared between the trees—slanted roof, moss-slung boards, a ribbon of smoke with no wood in sight—my skin prickled. “Kael,” I whispered, suddenly unsure. “Who—”

Empty. The closet? Half his clothes were gone. The whiskey glass from yesterday still sat on the desk untouched. He stared at it for a long time, the weight of abandonment pressing down. He’d asked Nathan not to hide anymore. And now Nathan has disappeared.

“You know the drill. Answer the questions, and we'll give you what you want.” “Then ask the damn questions quickly,” I snap, frustration bubbling as I clamp my legs together to give myself some relief. I’m tired of this stupid game. I want to be fucked well. “As you wish,” First Guy says, and I hate the triumphant look on his face. “Where is your secret hideout?” “Station Grey. Atlai Mountains.” “Good girl,” First Guy praises, smacking a kiss on my lips. “On your knees,” he commands as Thirst Trap spanks my ass.

ADRIAN pov: “Dispose of him quietly.” I ordered, leaving them behind as I made my way back into the van. “Yes, sir.” They're voice responded in a sharp sync, as they carried his half-breathing body, into the back. The city blurred past the windows as we drove back in silence. No talk. Just focus. Jenny had vanished, yes, but chaos hadn’t followed yet. That’s what matters. The meeting place sat hidden in plain sight. An old private club that had gone bankrupt years ago, with it's name stripped from the records. But what no one knew was that behind those bars was a fingerprint lock and a steel door.

“Make me miss out on the fun? Never! You have two options and leaving me out is not on the table.” Why did I call this bastard again? I grind my teeth before responding, “Fine! One favour. So keep your mouth shut.” He smiles and I feel like smacking his stupid face. My thoughts are disrupted by Anderson who walks in with a serious face as usual, “Everything is ready, Sir.” “Kade and Rocco?” “They're at home. Keeping Mrs. Quinn safe.” I nod. Walking out with Luca by my side. Let's do this. Anderson hands me the tablet with maps marked in red. “Three hideouts. One warehouse, two clubs. All heavily guarded, but nothing our security can't get through.”