Two-bit From The Outsiders の小説・ストーリー

The shot went wide, ricocheting off brick, sparking like fireworks. I drove my knee into his gut, ripped the gun from his grip, and slammed him against the wall. “Who the fuck sent you?” He choked, spit blood, tried to laugh. “Base Two… always watching…” I pressed the blade under his jaw until it drew a bead of red. “Names. Now.” But he didn’t give me one. Instead, his eyes rolled back, body twitching. A second later, foam bubbled at his lips. “Fuck!” Thomas cursed, pulling back. “He bit down.”

The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along. ... As if on cue, my mother's call came through. "Aurora, there's a sudden sit-down with the capos. We won't be back at the manor tonight."

the game was over. Minutes later, far outside the city limits, a black van rolled silently through an abandoned industrial road, its headlights cutting through the heavy downpour. Inside the cramped cargo compartment lay a heavy metal coffin. One of the wolves sitting in the back glanced down at the glowing screen of his phone, reading the encrypted message. *Move him.* The wolf looked up from the screen, his gaze landing on the sleek, silver coffin, then out the scratched window toward the pitch-black forest ahead. “Change of plans,” he muttered to the driver.

“The one guy got three years, and he served less than half-that. The others got shorter sentences, and were out even sooner.” “They’re in Denver?” “Maybe. They – what happened took place in the mountains, just outside the city. They may still be around.” “I need their names, Olivia. I need to find them.” She nodded. “I’ll write them down for you.” She hesitated. “Can we leave it there for now? See what you find out?” “Yeah,” he said. “If they’re gone or dead or whatever, I see no need to take it any farther. I’m just trying to cross them off the suspect list, and as soon as I do that, I’ll let it go.”

Sheesh, and people tell me I’m smart. Leaning on the door, I peek outside the tiny rectangular window, surveying the area. I notice a little green bench right outside the door. Musing to myself, I could wait there and if I see someone I need to hide from duck back in the stairwell. Or I could just back away from the door and wait. Lost because of my indecisiveness, I grab out my phone and text Mia, cursing myself for not thinking about communicating with them earlier. A message that failed to send immediately pops up with an obnoxious red exclamation mark. Damn it. Zero service, which makes no sense. This is the rich people's floor! They have businesses to run and I have room to break into.

But right now, I have other thoughts circling my mind. There were bigger problems. Alexander couldn’t stay here. Every moment in Blood Pine territory is a risk to his life. I set the small vial of medicine on the table. I slid my arms under him and worked to lift him into the wheelchair. He was heavy, and sweat rolled down my face, but I didn’t stop. “Don’t worry,” I whispered, brushing his hair back. “I’ll get you out. No one will hurt you again.” For days, I had studied the pack’s grounds. I listened to whispers and watched the servants, and searched for answers. Finally, I found it, a hidden exit, old and forgotten. If I could reach it, I could get Alexander out without anyone noticing.

Anita’s face turned crimson, her mouth opening and closing as she searched for a retort. But Alice didn’t wait for one. Straightening her posture, she adjusted her bag on her shoulder and walked past Anita without another glance, her heels clicking confidently against the polished floor. Behind her, she could hear Anita muttering angrily under her breath, but Alice didn’t care. For the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of power in her corner of this twisted game. From the shadows of the staircase, Daniel had been a silent observer of the confrontation between Alice and Anita. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but as he turned a corner, the sharp tone of Anita’s voice had drawn his a

She patted the swell on the pocket of her jeans where her phone hid. "I will count down from sixty. When I get to thirty, and you haven't said anything, I will start chopping off your fingers and toes. One by one." She twirled her knife. "You fucking pu..." "Sixty..." She began. "Fifty..." She continued. "You fucking puta..." Santoz cursed, his face red with anger at her mode of counting. "Forty..." "They are in the the two branches of Tryst Haven in Wellesley and Elmore city in Oklahoma ."

DARE'S POV The rain hammered the windshield as my driver navigated the winding roads toward Finn’s secluded townhouse on the outskirts of London. My blood still boiled from the confrontation in my father’s study. Victor’s threats echoed like a death knell— send her away—and Julian’s smug face haunted every shadow. I needed clarity, strategy, and someone who understood the machine I was trapped in without being another cog in Victor’s wheel. Finn Carlisle had been that someone since Spain. My right hand. My brother in arms through the darkest deals and sleepless nights. He opened the door before I could knock, his sharp eyes reading my expression instantly.

The burly man looked at the screen, his smile widening. "Ah, it looks like our heroes have arrived. Time to see how they fare in the final act." Elena felt a chill as the warehouse doors began to open slowly, revealing an ominous view of the night outside. The sound of approaching footsteps was clear. The fate of everyone was about to intertwine in ways no one could predict, and the final battle was about to begin. . . . . . . . . . TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK TWO.