Matt Dillon Outsiders Novels & Stories

“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.

His eyes became slightly red, and he appeared to be in a bad mood. Dillon had always been perceived as cold and ruthless by the general public. Despite everyone’s objections, he left his family to pursue the supreme realm of kendo arts. Many people had chastised him for being heartless when he didn’t return home for over a decade. On the contrary, Dillon didn’t have a heart of stone. He was just a man who was trying to achieve his own goals. Undoubtedly, Eldrian was the one who had helped Dillon the most, so it was natural for him to have built a deep relationship with the former. The elderly Demigod’s death had broken his heart, that was for sure.

I opened my eyes. My dad, Alan Jameson, had grabbed Sophie's wrist mid-swing and flung her to the ground. "How could you treat Preston like this?" he roared. Amelia snapped out of her shock and lunged at him, but he kicked her aside. Olivia tried to help her, but none of them were a match for him. One by one, the Caldwells were knocked to the floor. Tommy saw fury in Alan's eyes and hurried to me instead.

He then turned to him with a pair of beautiful eyes and said, "Uncle, let's go." As if he had woken up from a dream, Daniel replied, "oh," and followed the two outside. After the three of them left, Dillon let out a huge breath and almost fell to the ground. 'Well, that was terrifying. Where did Nicole find this guy? He had such a murderous vibe.' he thought. Dillon then wiped the sweat out of his face and realized the words in his thoughts. 'Murderous vibe.' 'Did that foreigner think that he could kill me?!'

One day maybe, he'd like to get to know them more. Dillon was raised in a lower class neighborhood in an older satellite city outside of Philadelphia. That is unacceptable for a member of his community, and any people that also struggled with that are treated like second-class citizens. They'd even get beaten and left for dead, or likewise. Dillon didn't enter this world to be thrown away, disposed of like trash because of that. He'd never been first priority to a lot of people since the beginning. If nobody will acknowledge him, Dillon will acknowledge himself. He'll gain control of that and be someone that is loved and wanted regardless. Who knows, maybe that was just a phase. Dillon knew

he groaned out. Lawrence, Carter, Dalton, and Williamson stared at Matt. He realized that they were looking at his clothes. Matt looked down. The front of his polo shirt and jeans were soaked with David’s blood. He stared at his bloodstained hands. Matt looked up at his deputies, but he felt that their eyes weren't the only ones on him. He looked out across the neighborhood. Several neighbors had come out of their homes. They were looking at him. Those who didn’t come out of their homes were watching from their windows.

In worst cases, the overall ranking of Adelaide Academy will definitely drop. Upon knowing those possibilities, I still did not stop running Ringo Dingo. Instead, I am working hard to make my business grow. This is the only way I know that will help me in surviving this life. Even my own parents forgot about me. I haven’t heard a thing from them since the day they left me. It’s funny how I still call them ‘parents’ even though they didn’t treat me as their child. I had no one else to run. It has always been myself and I.

I smiled as I made a call, "Hello, officer? As far as I know, Madeline Lewis owed a huge gambling debt abroad, and she returned just to raise money. I suspect she might have trafficked Fable Lewis." An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—I just had to get back at those who wronged me. Otherwise, what was the point of life?

Delmar retorted. “But maybe we are afraid,” Matheus added. “I mean, look at us, we know next to nothing about Outsiders; what kind of people they are, how they think,” he looked Delmar directly in the eyes as he repeated Rowan’s previous words to him. “or what their weaknesses are.” Delmar narrowed his eyes at Matheus as he listened intently. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying that in all the time we’ve been stuck in this nightmare, we’ve never learned a thing about the Outsiders. Well, Delmar, now we have one.”