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Authors: Kathryn Kelly, Crystal Cuffley
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until…when Boss returned…FUCK…would Boss ever be normal again? Did the man even want to be? Grasping Summer’s arm, he dragged her to his lap.
“She’s scared, Prez. I’m just doin’ the same thing you’d want somebody to do for your girl.”
Boss’s eyes lit up. For a moment, Outlaw glimpsed his old hero, the one who put his daughter up on a pedestal. “My beautiful girl. What’s her name? I can’t remember her name. Her beautiful face. It’s all gone.” He chewed on his lip, his eyes filling with tears, and covered his face with his hands. All too briefly. He lowered them again and stepped forward. Tears tracked his gaunt cheeks, but pure hatred filled his eyes.
Risking his own life, Outlaw stood with Summer in his arms. He’d never felt a girl tremble with so much fear. He wanted to reassure her, tell her he’d get her out of here. But , then, Boss stepped in front of Outlaw, blocking his path and pulling his blade out of his boot. Before Outlaw could beg for Summer’s life, beg for Boss to remember his code, he’d slit her throat. As Outlaw held her. Blood poured from her and, if he moved his hand, her head might fall off with the deep, ear-to-ear slit.
Boss backed away, threw his knife on the bed. “Now take her the fuck away,” he ordered and stormed out of the room.
Jesus Christ. Megan cried for that man. Outlaw had known Boss’s treatment of those girls, but he’d never had to physically clean up after one of his rampages. He’d see Digger’s and Mortician’s haunted eyes, watch them lose themselves in women, weed, and booze. Wonder how they could do what they did to get rid of those women’s bodies on behalf of Boss. Then, he’d done it. Because he’d loved that motherfucker. Because he’d wanted Boss. Wanted the stupid fucker to recognize he had people in his corner. People who loved and needed him and would do anything for him.
Then, a few weeks later, he’d put Outlaw in that same position. Only this time, Outlaw had flat out denied him.
“I ain’t buryin’ no more girls, Prez, and you ain’t killin’ no more either.”
They were in the meeting room and Boss’d just called Outlaw out to go get the bitch from his bedroom for entertainment before disposing of her like they did Summer.
Boss got right in his face. “You fuckin’ sure ‘bout that, motherfucker. Cuz, maybe, I should fuckin’ kill you and then any bitch I want.”
Snake, Rack, Val, Mortician, and Digger were silent, shifting in their seats, swallowing, sweating. Praying. Outlaw should’ve known Boss was up to this shit when he’d given Sinner, Tex, and Guardian orders to make a run, then called the rest of them to church.
“You fuckin’ hear me, motherfucker? Now, you go get that bitch, so we can fuck her and then bury her.”
Outlaw swallowed, his hands flexing to keep from reaching for his piece. He could deny, as much as he wanted, Boss would never hurt him, but Outlaw knew better. After seeing Boss’s destruction over the past months, he knew Boss stood a hair’s breadth from putting him to ground.
“Sorry, Prez. I ain’t mean to tell you what to do . Killin’ girls ain’t us.” It’s not you , Outlaw wanted to add.
Outlaw had seen some scary motherfuckers and stood up to them, but, Jesus, the maniacal light in Boss’ s eyes frightened him. In that moment, he knew. One or both of them would die. Boss was too far gone, had too much innocent blood on his hands and wanted more. It didn’t motherfucking matter whose blood he spilled, either.
Boss thumped his chest. “I’m not asking you to kill those sluts. I do the killing. You do the disposal.”
Outlaw backed away, his heart shattering into millions of pieces. He wanted to live. He wanted Boss to live. He wanted everything to be the same as before. Because , if he somehow managed to get out of this with both their lives intact, he was turning in his patch. And that hurt as much as anything. This club represented everything to
“She’s scared, Prez. I’m just doin’ the same thing you’d want somebody to do for your girl.”
Boss’s eyes lit up. For a moment, Outlaw glimpsed his old hero, the one who put his daughter up on a pedestal. “My beautiful girl. What’s her name? I can’t remember her name. Her beautiful face. It’s all gone.” He chewed on his lip, his eyes filling with tears, and covered his face with his hands. All too briefly. He lowered them again and stepped forward. Tears tracked his gaunt cheeks, but pure hatred filled his eyes.
Risking his own life, Outlaw stood with Summer in his arms. He’d never felt a girl tremble with so much fear. He wanted to reassure her, tell her he’d get her out of here. But , then, Boss stepped in front of Outlaw, blocking his path and pulling his blade out of his boot. Before Outlaw could beg for Summer’s life, beg for Boss to remember his code, he’d slit her throat. As Outlaw held her. Blood poured from her and, if he moved his hand, her head might fall off with the deep, ear-to-ear slit.
Boss backed away, threw his knife on the bed. “Now take her the fuck away,” he ordered and stormed out of the room.
Jesus Christ. Megan cried for that man. Outlaw had known Boss’s treatment of those girls, but he’d never had to physically clean up after one of his rampages. He’d see Digger’s and Mortician’s haunted eyes, watch them lose themselves in women, weed, and booze. Wonder how they could do what they did to get rid of those women’s bodies on behalf of Boss. Then, he’d done it. Because he’d loved that motherfucker. Because he’d wanted Boss. Wanted the stupid fucker to recognize he had people in his corner. People who loved and needed him and would do anything for him.
Then, a few weeks later, he’d put Outlaw in that same position. Only this time, Outlaw had flat out denied him.
“I ain’t buryin’ no more girls, Prez, and you ain’t killin’ no more either.”
They were in the meeting room and Boss’d just called Outlaw out to go get the bitch from his bedroom for entertainment before disposing of her like they did Summer.
Boss got right in his face. “You fuckin’ sure ‘bout that, motherfucker. Cuz, maybe, I should fuckin’ kill you and then any bitch I want.”
Snake, Rack, Val, Mortician, and Digger were silent, shifting in their seats, swallowing, sweating. Praying. Outlaw should’ve known Boss was up to this shit when he’d given Sinner, Tex, and Guardian orders to make a run, then called the rest of them to church.
“You fuckin’ hear me, motherfucker? Now, you go get that bitch, so we can fuck her and then bury her.”
Outlaw swallowed, his hands flexing to keep from reaching for his piece. He could deny, as much as he wanted, Boss would never hurt him, but Outlaw knew better. After seeing Boss’s destruction over the past months, he knew Boss stood a hair’s breadth from putting him to ground.
“Sorry, Prez. I ain’t mean to tell you what to do . Killin’ girls ain’t us.” It’s not you , Outlaw wanted to add.
Outlaw had seen some scary motherfuckers and stood up to them, but, Jesus, the maniacal light in Boss’ s eyes frightened him. In that moment, he knew. One or both of them would die. Boss was too far gone, had too much innocent blood on his hands and wanted more. It didn’t motherfucking matter whose blood he spilled, either.
Boss thumped his chest. “I’m not asking you to kill those sluts. I do the killing. You do the disposal.”
Outlaw backed away, his heart shattering into millions of pieces. He wanted to live. He wanted Boss to live. He wanted everything to be the same as before. Because , if he somehow managed to get out of this with both their lives intact, he was turning in his patch. And that hurt as much as anything. This club represented everything to
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