Joker Hideout Novels & Stories

Shutting down the app I go to my text thread and see Joker had messaged me back. “ The pussy has gone through the cat door “ I roll my eyes , we message in code and Joker always had to say some stupid shit. In other words the drugs have been delivered successfully. I had a lab , one I set up and one I enlisted the top cooks for . It had profited the club more than it ever had been in all its running. No one knew its location but the cooks and around five of my most trusted men. I didn’t dabble in ice and neither did any of my men I trusted , a little green every now or if you are Joker a lot of the green and then and alcohol nothing more. More was a mugs game one I profited from.

After a while mom suggested the bank but the only banks available were human banks outside of the woods and they are all up and running, there is no way Joker could have taken them both there. I thought for long about the possible places he could have kept them when a thought suddenly popped into my head. A bit far away from The Blue Moon Pack, in the middle of the old abandoned woods, there's an old abandoned hospital known to have scary spirits of those who had died trapped inside unable to move onto the next life or receive redemption. I wondered if he was actually daring enough to go in there and hold them captive.

George informed David that he brought Diego into their hideout, where they usually bought people to torture or if they wanted to talk about something confidential with the people underground. The hideout was like a two-story abandoned building, rusty and had a stinky smell when you were at the entrance. Before reaching the entrance, you need to pass through the narrow hall, going to the secret door that looks like a frosted glass panel bathroom door. As they opened the door, the elegant chandelier welcomed the guests. There were also five white couches. The servants will welcome you and would immediately pour wine into the wineglass and serve it to you. There were five rooms inside. The firs

He looks entirely too pleased with himself. “Wouldn’t give up the location, but he did tell me their plan,” Joker announces, chucklin' to himself. “Apparently, they’ve gone back into hidin'. They know I’m out and are re-plannin', tryin' to build up their numbers.” King lets out a hearty laugh. “Sounds like Don is scared of ya, Joker.” Joker feigns innocence, placing a hand over his heart. “Don’t know why. I’m a puppy dog. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“We can get you out. After the trade, I mean. In a few weeks, maybe in a couple of months, after the dust settles. We can figure this out.” “And then what?” Warren’s normally youthful face looked older suddenly, tired and beaten down. “By then I’ll be in even deeper, know even more club business. If they won’t let me leave now, it’d be even worse in two months. And even if I do manage to get out and away alive? Then I have to spend the rest of my life hiding from Trigger, right? From my own cousin? Put my family in danger? Joker knows where everyone that I care about is... do they all go into hiding too?”

ARLO’S POV I waited for Gideon in my office because of the plan we already made, and as usual, he did not disappoint me. He came at the exact time he promised to show up. “Shall we leave?” I asked him. “Yes, but I just got an information and I need to tell you about it,” Gideon said. “What information is that?” I asked him. “I heard from a reliable source that Hawk is hiding in a brothel across the city,” Gideon revealed.

I asked him with a derisive look on my face. "Um, because I'm on your side..." He replied. "There's a secret underground lair at the palace compound, near the treehouse. I discovered it one time when I was playing, so I converted it into my hideout You can access it through the sewer tunnels, or from a hidden hatch under a statue in the compound. The best part is, no one knows about it, so you can hideout there for a while." It seemed like good news, but then, how can we be sure it's not a trap. We didn't know this guy too well, so how can we trust him?

Silence. Uriel cracked his knuckles. The man answered immediately. “Weapons.” There it was. The truth. Piece by piece. The entire network was beginning to unravel. For nearly an hour we questioned them. Names. Locations. Payments. Routes. Everything. Eventually the older prisoner broke too. And when he did…He gave us exactly what we needed. A hideout. Lower City. Near the old trade district. Hidden beneath an abandoned textile warehouse. Uriel looked at me. I looked at him.

Slowly, I pushed it open and descended the staircase. This didn’t look so bad. Sure, I could have sent my men, but something told me I wouldn’t be satisfied with their findings. I wanted to scrape out every last bit of information from this place and Bullet myself. I wanted to be the one to catch him and smash his stupid face in. I entered the underground hideout, and it wasn’t what I expected. About ten men were inside, playing poker and gambling. The place looked more like a casino than a hideout. I ran my eyes over them one by one.

Patricia vowed. *** Somewhere hidden. The dark room held so many secret. Three figures sat on the cold marble floor with a glass of tequila and a bottle of vodka on the floor. Their eyes red as though in flamed. In their centre was a map, unfolded. Patiently waiting for his arrival, they kept drinking. Their hideout was in a remote place in Philadelphia. An hideout in a charity house. No one knew that under the staircase of the non governmental charity house was an undercover house, a secret hideout for professional, sooth after criminals.