Matt Dillon 80s Novels & Stories

Tony asked, eyebrow cocked. "Ugh j-ust shitty highlights from the previous Eagles ga-me. The de-efense was humi-liating! Kat even threw her X-box controller through her TV screen!" Dillon held up his phone. "Her mom's fu-ckin' pissed!" "Oh there's waaay more that's terrible about the Eagles than just their defense, dude. I mean, c'mon! Hahaha!" Tony laughed when he saw the shock on his face. "Remembe-r that when y-ou ne-ed me to please yo-u, and I won't heel! B-itch!" Dillon threatened. The kid meant it, too. If he wanted to feel good later, then he had to respect the Birds!

She nodded in recognition. "H-his name's Tony, and yea he works in the last garage farthest from the wait room. Uh, I-I don't know, he's a cool guy who's talented with paintin' and restorin' cars n' all." Dillon felt himself smile against his better judgment. "Wait, you said you met him at school, right? What grade's he in?" "Well, actually he's twenty and graduated in '08. Moved in from, get this, Pittsburgh." Kat gave a disgusted frown. She was a ride or die Eagles fanatic, too. Dillon smirked.

He knew his words were sinking in when he saw Dillon's light blue eyes turn a darker color. "Avri looks good," Dillon mumbled. "Where's she livin' now?" "She moved into the old Sutter place, out back of Elliott's. Remember where it is?" "Oh, yeah, spent some time there myself, chasing one of the girls when I was in high school." "What do you want to do with the rest of your life, man? I heard about a job" Dillon interrupted him. "I'm not going back on the circuit. I'm not bronc riding again or breaking any horses. I'm done with that." Dillon continued searching his surroundings with shrouded eyes.

Nate said as he reached for the cash. “Again,” Matty said. “Double or nothing again.” Eighty dollars on the line. I looked at Matty and Brian. Brian had just shrugged, and put a twenty down with Matty’s twenty. He was still having fun. Matty was seriously hooked, and we might only get one more game out of him after this. I had to be careful, and keep the games close so it seems like we weren’t hustling them.

“What did you do?” “I don’t know-” I return, my eyes shifting behind him as Matt and Fletcher sneak up, each with their guns raised. They move stealthily through the grass, their movements so silent I wouldn’t have noticed them if they weren’t in my eyesight. “Bitch!” Dillon screams, making me flinch, his hand rearing back, wanting to strike me. His palm centimeters from my face, before he pauses, his figure halting, frozen. With wide eyes, I watch as his unconscious form falls to the ground with a thud.

I said softly. He smiles. "I'm flying to Milan tomorrow morning. So might as well get the chance to have lunch with you." I look straight at Dillion and to be honest he seems like a very nice guy. He has those blonde hair in a cleancut, his eyes are beautifully blue and he looks lean. His shoulders are broad and he looked really nice in a white polo shirt and a pair of black shorts. His biceps were tempting to stare, it's actually well-toned. He looked very hot, to be honest. He's tall too. But he doesn't have any tattoos on his arms unlike Gage. He doesn't have those long curly hair unlike Gage. He doesn't have...

Dillion gritted his teeth and said, “I’m the one talking nonsense?! You came all the f*cking way here to f*ck a man in the wilderness and you still dare to f*cking say that I’m talking nonsense?! I’ve been pursuing you for so many years, you b*tch! I’m going to f*ck you later! After I f*ck you, I will let all my buddies f*ck you too. I guarantee that you will definitely be satisfied!” Marianne’s face turned pale. Although her body was trembling, she gritted her teeth and said, “How dare you!” Dillion curled his lips and said, “Of course, I dare! Why don’t you try how powerful I am if you don’t believe me?!” At this time, Charlie said coldly, “You brat! Didn’t your mother teach you to be poli

“He does need a bath. He has been in the yard playing with Mo every night, I think.” “Mo? Who’s Mo?” Max asked as he realized who Dillon meant. “You named the big guy, Mo.” “Well, yeah, I mean, back in the ’70s, one of them terrorized a town near St. Louis, and they called it Momo for Missouri Monster. The big guy isn’t a monster, but Mo seems to fit him for some reason,” Dillon explained. Max began to laugh, put his hand on Dillon’s shoulder, and said, “Oh yeah, there is no denying who your mother is. You are just like her. Come on, let’s get started so we will be done before your mom and Wren get home.”