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

Dax POV I tried to figure out the location of the gangster's hideout for a few hours before I made a breakthrough. There had been rumors about suspicious activity happening at this abandoned facility. A few people had said they had seen some shady looking people around that area within the past few months. All of the accounts from eyewitnesses seemed believable. I had to go with my gut feeling that this was their location. Besides, it was in a location that not many people knew about. Where else would they hiding out in? They couldn't be found by the police.

He withdrew a key from his pocket and opened the door, allowing her to follow him in. "Well, if there's one thing I'm sure of, it is that this place will make a perfect hideout." Serena admitted, speaking again. "It's so deep in the woods that nobody knows of its existence. The boys and I discovered it a long time ago. This is where we hid when we were almost caught by the police after our first operation." He said smugly. Inside the house was dirty and empty. Just empty. "This is where we will bring your girlfriend after we have her abducted." Joshua stated.

We have to get our mate and our son-in-bond back. As for hiding Chris? That’s where Gael came in clutch. He told us about a cabin his family has up near the Canadian border in Maine. It’s hidden—only four wolves have ever known where it is: Gael’s parents, his father’s beta, and the head of their warriors. They kept it off any records, a place for retreats and disappearances. And now, it’ll be Chris’s safehouse. We’re sending her there with Dev, Meredith, JoJo, Tomas, Bhakti, and Sandra. That way, she’ll be protected, have healing support, magical guidance, one of her closest friends, and the best care we can give her.

“You have nothing to be afraid of, Judy. I’m your friend… remember?” I nodded and took a shaky deep breath. “Friends tell each other where they are going,” I told him, trying my best at witty humor, but I only sounded desperate. A smirk played on his lips, and it gave me an even more unsteady feeling. “There’s this cabin,” he finally said. “It’s about 10 miles south of the Redcliff pack borders. I found it when I was out exploring as a kid. It’s been abandoned for years. I decorated it and turned it into a hideout. Very few know about this place. I only tell those I trust. I figured we could stay there for a couple of days. There are 2 bedrooms, a kitchen, and a full bathroom. It’s not fancy

Bonnie shoved her head in her middle, and their moans covered the room as the guy kept on filling Stacy's hole with his dick. Stacy removed her mouth from Bonnie's middle, her lips sleeked of wetness and smiled when she remembered her crush, which no one knew about—not even Bonnie. **** [HELL DEVIL HIDEOUT] Drexton arrived at the hideout. The guys had insisted he come, and he couldn't decline—brothers don't say no. He walked inside and saw the place clouded in smoke and gaslights. Their multiple-colored bulbs were turned on instead of the original red lights. Erotica music blared from the high speakers.

“Yes, Mr. Wilson but there was a mix-up. I will give you an update when I return.” He searched his countenance before he agreed with him, "It is all right.” At 11:30 AM, they left the complex for the hide-out which was located in a big estate. The Hide-Out They arrived a few minutes past noon. They just realized that the house was owned by a powerful, notorious syndicate that abducted humans, and the Super Tiger was one of them. The estate had over one hundred blocks of half-fenced buildings. Meanwhile, the residents were too busy to know what went on in one another houses.

"You do not intend to murder me, do you?" His mouth twisted a little. "Not this evening." Not this evening. He was kidding. However, I was not sure if I trusted him. The Hideout: A Near Miss He took me to a location that was not one of his typical safe houses. It was an old cabin in the middle of the woods, far from the city. concealed. distant. The floorboards creaked under our weight as I followed him inside. The room was plain, with a worn leather chair, an old fireplace, and wooden surfaces covered in a thick layer of dust.

Ethan finally murmured. Nathan’s hand traced a lazy pattern down Ethan’s back. “I didn’t know where I was going. I just knew I had to disappear before I made everything worse.” Ethan lifted his head. “You made it worse by leaving.” “I know.” A long pause stretched between them. Then Nathan sighed. “I went to a friend’s place in the countryside. Off the grid. No calls. No press. I needed to clear my head… figure out if I was being selfish by staying.”

He really didn't know the meaning of stay the fuck away. Dinner was over and everyone was going back to their respective cabins. Tonight William, I and two other hunters were going toguard the area for tonight. William and I were guarding on the north side , the place was near our cabin. It would be easier for us to store fake silver weapons and fake bullets in our cabin. The cabin had a back door. When the goods reached here we were going to hide them in our cabin.

It was a good thing I never trusted them with my actual hideout. I had to seek refuge in an old, abandoned mansion that was situated on a deserted property in the woods. It used to be for a wealthy man, who was driven by his obsession with a young girl. The young girl had her heartthrob but the old man wouldn't let her be.