Where Do All The Good Guys Go To Hideaway Novels & Stories

I think they said they were going all the way over to our neighbors house to play there. She and I were left along in the woods. I wasn't worried, I knew these woods like the back of my hand. We explored the forest some more, I was telling her I have some great places, forts, hideouts etc. Here eyes perked up and wanted to see my secret hideout. I gladly guided her toward my deep woods hideout. Just as we arrived there and I pointed to a cave made of branches, wood, limbs, boards etc, I realized that I still had my hidden stach of dirty magazines inside. But it was too late to turn back now... As she ducked down to peer inside the hideout, I watched her little ass. I could feel my cock harde

“I know there are two in the West, one in the Northeast, and one in the Center. All far from here.” Harris looked at the paper and Darrion chimed in. “Hey, I know these places. Let me give you more details of these places.” Harris took out his own small notepad and began writing down something really fast. Not even one minute later, the brunette shredded some papers from the notepad and gave the notepad to him. “Here. You can hide in those places to avoid suspicions. I can just take another notepad at the office.” “Okay. Thanks.” Jai said. He flipped the notepad open and was surprised to see detailed directions. Though he never went to those streets before, he didn’t think Harris would have

I asked him with a derisive look on my face. "Um, because I'm on your side..." He replied. "There's a secret underground lair at the palace compound, near the treehouse. I discovered it one time when I was playing, so I converted it into my hideout You can access it through the sewer tunnels, or from a hidden hatch under a statue in the compound. The best part is, no one knows about it, so you can hideout there for a while." It seemed like good news, but then, how can we be sure it's not a trap. We didn't know this guy too well, so how can we trust him?

"He has a dozen safehouses. Penthouse suites at the Bellagio, the Wynn, the Venetian. Bunkers in the desert. We’re searching, but he’s good at disappearing when he wants to." I stood up, walking to the window. Outside, the lights of the city twinkled, oblivious to the war being fought in its gutters. "So be it," I snarled, slamming my fist on the table. "He wants to hide? Let him hide. It changes nothing. He broke the code."

She was low-key glad that Juan had locked up Hernandez and these men had no idea at all. "It’s a win for all of us," the man continued. "Juan falls, and the rest follows." "Okay." "What about the hideout? You mentioned that Juan has found out. Your men chased him that day." "Already moved. Two miles outside Val D’oro. Old textile plant."

- THE HIDEOUT ROMAN’S POV The hideout is hidden inside an unassuming convenience store, the kind you’d walk past without a second glance. Fluorescent lights hum faintly above our heads, casting sterile glows across shelves stacked with dusty snacks and cheap energy drinks. From the outside, it’s ordinary. From the inside, it hums with quiet tension. This place houses both Souls and Believers; a mix which makes it perfect for us to blend in. The cashier’s eyes follow us the moment we step through the door. He’s calm, polite even, but there’s something about the stillness in his gaze that gives him away. Believer.

And that was how they were able to drive back to the hideout. The hideout, located in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, was a perfect haven for his gang's operations. The exterior was dilapidated and overgrown with weeds, giving no hint of the sophisticated setup inside. The interior was a stark contrast: modern, well-lit, and equipped with the latest technology. Surveillance monitors lined one wall, showing live feeds from various locations. There were several rooms, each serving a different purpose – a planning room, an armory, and a makeshift medical bay.

“Wait…” Olivia stopped instantly. She bolted to the chair where she stared at him expectantly with all her hopes up. “I’ll only talk about it because of her” The aged man muttered and she nodded while Wilder stared at him with gratitude. “A week or so ago, a lady came to meet me saying she needed to know about any secret hideout in the pack, that it was very important, a matter of life and death. She pleaded with me and I offered her the places I knew. In this pack, there are four major hideouts, each at every angle but far from the border. It’s deep inside the forest and without searching well, you’d miss it. If not carefully checked, you’ll never find it. I don’t know if she’s at any one b

“Make me miss out on the fun? Never! You have two options and leaving me out is not on the table.” Why did I call this bastard again? I grind my teeth before responding, “Fine! One favour. So keep your mouth shut.” He smiles and I feel like smacking his stupid face. My thoughts are disrupted by Anderson who walks in with a serious face as usual, “Everything is ready, Sir.” “Kade and Rocco?” “They're at home. Keeping Mrs. Quinn safe.” I nod. Walking out with Luca by my side. Let's do this. Anderson hands me the tablet with maps marked in red. “Three hideouts. One warehouse, two clubs. All heavily guarded, but nothing our security can't get through.”

-R The Hideout was a secluded bar just for biker members and a known rendezvous spot for the Ravens. It was where they went when they didn’t want to be found. I had been there a few times with Rook or Torin, but never on my own, and never for something like this. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was already eleven fifty-five. Time had flown, and now I had to decide if I was ready to dive into whatever mess Rook was in. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my keys, license, and some change, then headed out the door.