Steve The Outsiders Novels & Stories

5 million to buy Janie’s silence. He cursed through the pain as he grabbed his phone from the bed. He dialed David’s number and waited. The wait didn’t take long. Davis had been his buddy since his high school days, and he always came through for him whenever he needed his help. If it had not been for David, Joe would not have known about Leon’s betrayal of Bella. “I appreciate you checking up on me this early morning, buddy, but you are ruining something else. We are just about to start the morning glory,” David's joked.

Can I. Blake's disturbed when the driver announces that we have arrived at the pizza place "come on let's go have pizza I am sure you hungry ?" We make our way to the small pizzeria with Zach waiting outside surprise he's in another tailored suit a dark grey colour ,when he sees us coming he smiles my heart does a little dance. No, no i can't go there he does look good only if he weren't a closet psychopath.

It consist only of five person all of them are experts. One day when she was waiting for her contact to show she was surprised to see her husband's cousin Steve walking in the restaurant where she is supposed to meet the tracker. Steve and Dana had been friends in high school they move in the same group and belong to the same study group assign by he teacher. They were not close but they were not enemies either. Steve have this personality of being quiet and alloof. He is humble and polite when spoken to, unlike his brothers who are full of themselves and always set themselves high above the rest. He walked towards Dana and she looked at him surprised.

"What's up, man?" "You know exactly what's up," Steve replied, stepping closer. His boots crunched against the loose gravel with each step, the sound sharp in the quiet afternoon air. "You've been avoiding us." Another figure stepped out from behind the maintenance shed, blocking Caleb's only exit route. This one was taller but leaner than Steve, with stringy blond hair that hung in greasy strands around a face marked by old acne scars. His name was Tommy, and he had a reputation for enjoying his work a little too much.

“Only for this to happen. The one big difference between us is that I didn’t cry out when it happened. I accepted it as is, only for someone else to help bail me out, and get my shit together! Taking that into consideration, that will be another thing that is different between us. For someone like you, who cares so little for his own people as to let that spoiled brat of an Alpha have her way with them? There is no way anyone in their right mind would save you!” Steve toughened out the pain from the silver and glared at her. “So what? You think yourself as just? That what you’re doing is for the sake of everyone?” he questioned. “Need I remind you… No one here looks up to you. You are nothin

“One word of advice, kid, never say that to anyone, they’ll take advantage of that.” A buzzer sounded in the room and Steve stood up, tucking the piece of paper into his pocket. “Do you need anything? Money for the snack room?” “I’m doing okay, Lee Munroe, take care of yourself.” Lee stood next to the table and watched as Steve Jones walked out into a hallway and disappeared from view as he headed back to his jail cell. Little did Lee know that Steve Jones would never step foot outside of that prison. With a resigned exhale of breath Lee walked outside into the sunshine and found Kelley and Mason leaning against the truck.

Dave asked as I slammed his door open. “You were Steve's beta,” I began and the man nodded. “You were the closest person to Steve and I'm sure he wouldn't have hidden anything from you,” I pointed out and again the man nodded. “Then you must know the dealings Steve had with the rogues?” I asked and I watched his reaction closely but Dave merely shrugged. “I didn't know much actually,” he told me and my brows furrowed. “Steve was always closed off and no matter how much I tried to get him to open up to me, he always preferred doing things alone.” Dave explained and I remained silent as I pondered wether or not the man was telling the truth.

He would never tell me his actual name, so I just called him Steve. Steve was a Vietnam veteran and had a rough go at life, especially after the war. So many years of untreated PTST, compounded with all the trauma of losing everyone and everything he knew, violence of living on the streets in a big city, all eventually left Steve suffering from paranoia. The man had the kindest heart I had ever felt, and everyone in his life still abandoned him. His sorrow when he was thrust into memories of the war still haunt me. With the guilt he felt when he talked about the lives of the innocents he couldn’t save, I knew there was no way he would have hurt anyone, much less a child.

… At GreyHills City. Freya strolled down the long hallway behind the middle-aged couple, pushing the man's wheelchair, and walking past some prison cells. “This place is so scary,” Said Steve's mother. “I can't believe they're keeping our boy here.” Steve's father grumbled some words under his breath. “I know this is a set-up by his enemies…” His mother sighed. “Steve is an honest businessman, but the enemies won't leave him alone.” The policeman who was leading the way finally stopped in front of a door.

Hayden didn't push the conversation further. He must've sensed that I was still upset. When I finally saw Steve, he was in a prison jumpsuit, his once stylish hair shaved down to almost nothing. I'd never seen him like that before. It almost brought tears to my eyes. Steve had clawed his way up to success, earning a spot in Jace's circle purely on his own. But now, everything he worked for could be destroyed. "Steve," I called softly.