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past, he just couldn’t bring himself to do anything to hurt this girl. Boss’s daughter. Her presence should’ve had him jumping for fucking glee as another means to exact further revenge on the man who’d turned his life up-fuckin-side down. However, he wasn’t that much of a dumb fuck. Fuckhead Foy was dead, so using his daughter for more revenge wouldn’t do nobody a whole fucking lot of good. It wasn’t like he was around to know and Outlaw knew Snake wouldn’t care since he’d known fuck-all about her existence.
    Megan ’s fucking youth and innocence awakened a restless energy within him. The way she said his name made him want to hear her say it while he moved deep inside of her. It made him remember how it felt to be called by the name his mother had gifted him with. She and his sisters were the only ones who called him ‘Christopher’. His grandparents had called him everything but a child of God, a fact he tried hard to forget.
    Something he’d never shared with anyone but Boss and his cousin, Johnnie. And, now, Megan. Fuck, he’d wanted her to know he wasn’t worth the time of day. He certainly wasn’t worth the way she looked at him. As beautiful and as smart as Boss always said his girl was, if Outlaw wasn’t careful, he’d be the motherfucker Megan drove insane.
    He didn’t want anyone to hurt her, including herself. He didn’t know much about self-injury, other than remembering one of the whores who came through the club did it.
    “ You wanna fuckin’ die, you stupid slut?”
    Outlaw couldn’t believe the wild light in Boss’ s eyes, directed at a woman who clearly needed kindness. He might not have understood why she was naked in the middle of Boss’s bed, holding a razor blade dripping with her own blood from the fresh cuts on her breasts and belly. They weren’t deep and he knew what she’d done because she’d once done it when she was with him. He’d smoked. She’d sliced.
    “Lemme take care of this bitch for you,” he offered. His heart pounded in his chest, hurt at how far gone Boss was. The man had been like a father to Outlaw and, now, drugs was eating Boss alive, taking his soul and all the compassion he’d ever had in him.
    Whatever else the Death Dwellers might be accused of, physically harming women wasn’t it. Boss kicked the shit out of any of the boys who hurt a woman. If it happened on the down low and Boss never found out about it, then fine.
    “Get the fuck outta here, Outlaw. I don’t need your fuckin’ help with this whore.”
    “You need to sleep it off, Prez. I promise you, I’ll take Summer out your way and give her a good talkin’ to.”
    Outlaw glanced at the girl, frozen in horror at being caught and because Prez slid deeper into the pit of hell with each passing day, where no one escaped his drug-fueled wrath. Outlaw, Rack, or Snake barely reached him anymore.
    “You fuckin’ her? That’s why you wanna get her the fuck outta here?”
    Not anymore. Not that Outlaw would mention that or remind Boss most of the boys in the club had tapped Summer’s pussy. Outlaw wanted to see another sunrise. He wanted to find a way to help his idol and mentor.
    Raising his hands, he edged toward Summer, not wanting to play on B oss’s paranoia. His dilated eyes watched Outlaw. He’d lost a shitload of weight. He barely ate or slept. Outlaw covered for him, having to take over most of his duties. Though Outlaw and Snake danced around each other, they’d bonded for the common cause. The two of them, along with Rack, shielded their Prez, but it had to stop. He had to come back to himself.
    Slowly, Outlaw sat on the bed, feeling the weight of that intense stare. He wanted to look, make sure he wasn’t pulling his piece to blow Outlaw the fuck away, but the man would take even that as a challenge.
    Outlaw reached over and grabbed the razor blade from Summer’s trembling fingers. He did it quick. He wanted to do it all quick. Grab her and run the fuck away