Sandy The Outsiders Novels & Stories

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“Why did you call me? You should have called for her mother or any member of her family.” Von stared right through me, enough for me to noticed his tired dark eyes. “Sandy is an orphan,” he whispered. I went silent for a moment. “What about her friends? What about Brad?” I said his name before I could even stop myself. Von did not react violently so I surmised that the video hasn’t reach him yet. “That goddamn man! I’ve lost count of the times I told him not to leave Sandy alone but he doesn’t listen to me. Never mind about Brad. I need you to help Sandy there. You’re a woman. Maybe she would listen to you. Please, Jill.”

The man in front of Sandy sneered again and strode toward her. Other men followed him. When they all approached her at once, Sandy felt a sense of tension. After all, she was alone in the basement parking lot and facing a bunch of hostile men. “How dare you!” Sandy clenched her fist and shouted at them in a steely voice. “Do you know who I am? I’m Ivan York’s girlfriend—Ahh!” Before she even finished, someone knocked her out from the back with a bat.

He brought Alexei back with him, but Alexei was also carrying a person on his back covered by a wet blanket, and when he crouched to my level, I saw a crying Audrey. "Eli, take her," I heard him say. So I did. I let go of the rubble and took Audrey's shaking body, carrying her and freeing Alexei to help Hade lift the rubble from a now unconscious Susie. I heard Alexei and Hade count to three and a sound of the rubble being lifted. I immediately rushed to Susie's side to pull her out from under the rubble with my free hand as my other hand was still clinging dearly to my other sister. Once Susie was out of the rubble's reach, Alexei and Hade let go of the rubble and it broke into two.

My pulse beat too loud in my ears. “Don’t be shy,” she continued, tilting her head. Her smile stretched wider. “Talk to me. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.” My throat closed. I knew better than to play into her. Silence was safer. Silence was survival. But Sandy thrived in silence. She fed on it. “You know what’s funny?” she whispered, leaning closer until her perfume choked me, the smell of roses and something metallic, sharp. “You and I, we’re not so different. Both outsiders. Both fighting for scraps. Both trying to make him see us.”

But Annie neither interested to go nor to see Sandy who came there by one hour before and she tried her level best not to face him. "Arya, Just find that man at any cost. I don't want to play fair with this girl. I will go legally. And this girl will die inside the jail for lifelong" Sandy gulped his tea while spitting the things which surely shocked Arya. Sandy is rude by his appearance and even he hurts many people whoever have come in between him and his business but he never ruin anyone's life till now. The kindness which was inside him till yesterday, now it's all turned into a pure devil. His looks even changed overnight.

It was just the beginning and Sandy knew she needed to act fast before her niece destroys her life. As she entered her chauffeured car, her phone rang. It was from someone who she had owed a lot of money. Someone that was from a mafia group called Dominix. She sighed in frustration and answered the call, “Greg, what do you want? I’m busy” A sinister laugh was heard from the end. Sandy knew she should not provoke the man, but she was not in the mood of playing nice. “Sandy Jones. Is this how you speak to the man that could solve all your problems?”

Brooke's pov The last person I expected to see walked in making me gasp loud, "Sandy!" I asked shocked. She was dressed in black leather pants, a black crop top, and combat boots with a black leather jacket. Her hair was in a high ponytail. She smirked at us as she walked towards Payton. "Unlock her," Sandy demands as she dragged her long fingers across her face. Alex hesitates for a second, "are you fucking death?" Sandy asked again.

Sandy said and started to roll her hips, grinding my cock. I moaned and cursed when she cupped her breasts and tilted her head back while she grinded harder. I dug my blunt nails into her thigh as her tempo increased. My cock was harder than ever, begging to be released out of the confinement of the robe. It wanted to feel her insides, to be one with the place it now called home. Sandy was trying to kill me, and I loved it. “Oh, so good,” she moaned and leaned forward with her hands now resting on my chest.

Long enough to understand him inside out, to see through all his thoughts. My past compromises were just me being fooled by that tiny bit of fake affection. Now that I saw the real Mike, I would never let myself stay trapped in that cesspool. However, my indifferent attitude seemed to enrage Sandy. Fuming, she followed me all the way to the roadside. I felt a bit helpless, turning to persuade her to leave. Suddenly, Sandy extended her claws and, with strength far beyond an omega's, shoved me hard onto the road. At that moment, I caught sight of a truck transporting emergency supplies bearing down on me.