it.”
“No. Please,” Meggie said, sobbing. “Please.” She couldn’t get away like she had from Spoon because this man’s gun was pressed too close to her head. Besides, there were four of them. “Don’t kill me. I’ll do anything.”
She cringed at the interest in the third man’s eyes.
“This Outlaw’s fucking wife, asshole. You make her suck your dick and let her go, you as good as fucking dead."
“Look,” the man with the gun said. “Big Joe knew about Logan and the girls Logan and Sharper stole and sold, and he fucking hated it. He moved the MC away from that shit, but these girls are runaways, strippers, whores. They sin too much and Sharper and Logan thought the world a better place without them. Your daddy didn’t feel that way. I’m telling you this so you can rest in peace. One day, he was visiting Sharper with K-P because of fucking Charlemagne and we roofied him. He woke up in his bed, not knowing what the fuck happened to himself, but we’d shot him up. Feel me? Logan got Big Joe hooked on the drugs and started sending him those girls to fuck. Big Joe was a motherfucker, but he didn’t fuck around like that before Logan ordered us to get him hooked. But we had to get Logan back. K-P had fucking letters and he was threatening to bring the whole thing down. Logan just wanted Big Joe fucking hooked to keep him in line. He never thought Big Joe would get killed. Logan took K-P out, but Sharper thinks Bailey knows where the letters are and he’s going to torture her until he get it from her.”
All the information that was being thrown at her so fast, it was almost too much to process and comprehend. Big Joe. Logan. K-P. Sharper. They all blended together in her head, one story tripping over the other. She wanted to know how Digger fit into this and who was Peyton. Peyton hated her. Meggie had seen the flash in her eyes. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but saving her life, unhearing all that she’d heard in the last five or ten minutes. Somehow, convincing them to let her live.
She heard the sound of a zipper being unfastened a moment before she was manhandled to her knees and a man’s penis shoved into her mouth. Holding her head in place and sliding his hardness against her tongue, he grunted. “Bitch gonna die anyway,” he got out. “Might as well let her suck my dick.”
“What about Outlaw?”
“Yeah, what the fuck about Outlaw, motherfuckers?”
A strictly rhetorical question coming from Christopher a moment before he opened fire.
Megan covered her face and bent over, only her screams and sobs bringing Christopher out of his blind rage as four, dead asses littered Bailey’s living room floor within seconds. He heard his wife’s tears and stalked to the one who’d been holding her head while he pumped his dick into her mouth. Clicking a new clip into place, he stood over the man and aimed his nine at his cock and balls, still not satisfied when he blasted the shit away.
The place smelled of death and body fluids. Blood, bone, and gray matter was splattered everywhere. He liked his fucking head shots, but decided to blow away all their dicks just for being associated with the one who’d hurt Megan.
Johnnie peeked in and Christopher nodded, signaling him to get on the fucking phone and get motherfuckers there to clean this shit up.
Christopher kicked the last motherfucker, unidentifiable because his features disappeared with one shot. Finally, he went to Megan. His Megan. He bent and lifted her into his arms, nosing her hair, his heart beating hard and fast at the way she clung to him. No, she was trying to climb the fuck up his body, so he swept her off her feet and kissed her forehead, her hair, her eyelids.
“Where’s Bailey?”
Mortician’s voice reached through Christopher’s fog. He shook his head, trying to remember if he’d hidden all the knives in their room. The first thing Megan would do to make herself feel better was to cut her beautiful
“No. Please,” Meggie said, sobbing. “Please.” She couldn’t get away like she had from Spoon because this man’s gun was pressed too close to her head. Besides, there were four of them. “Don’t kill me. I’ll do anything.”
She cringed at the interest in the third man’s eyes.
“This Outlaw’s fucking wife, asshole. You make her suck your dick and let her go, you as good as fucking dead."
“Look,” the man with the gun said. “Big Joe knew about Logan and the girls Logan and Sharper stole and sold, and he fucking hated it. He moved the MC away from that shit, but these girls are runaways, strippers, whores. They sin too much and Sharper and Logan thought the world a better place without them. Your daddy didn’t feel that way. I’m telling you this so you can rest in peace. One day, he was visiting Sharper with K-P because of fucking Charlemagne and we roofied him. He woke up in his bed, not knowing what the fuck happened to himself, but we’d shot him up. Feel me? Logan got Big Joe hooked on the drugs and started sending him those girls to fuck. Big Joe was a motherfucker, but he didn’t fuck around like that before Logan ordered us to get him hooked. But we had to get Logan back. K-P had fucking letters and he was threatening to bring the whole thing down. Logan just wanted Big Joe fucking hooked to keep him in line. He never thought Big Joe would get killed. Logan took K-P out, but Sharper thinks Bailey knows where the letters are and he’s going to torture her until he get it from her.”
All the information that was being thrown at her so fast, it was almost too much to process and comprehend. Big Joe. Logan. K-P. Sharper. They all blended together in her head, one story tripping over the other. She wanted to know how Digger fit into this and who was Peyton. Peyton hated her. Meggie had seen the flash in her eyes. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but saving her life, unhearing all that she’d heard in the last five or ten minutes. Somehow, convincing them to let her live.
She heard the sound of a zipper being unfastened a moment before she was manhandled to her knees and a man’s penis shoved into her mouth. Holding her head in place and sliding his hardness against her tongue, he grunted. “Bitch gonna die anyway,” he got out. “Might as well let her suck my dick.”
“What about Outlaw?”
“Yeah, what the fuck about Outlaw, motherfuckers?”
A strictly rhetorical question coming from Christopher a moment before he opened fire.
Megan covered her face and bent over, only her screams and sobs bringing Christopher out of his blind rage as four, dead asses littered Bailey’s living room floor within seconds. He heard his wife’s tears and stalked to the one who’d been holding her head while he pumped his dick into her mouth. Clicking a new clip into place, he stood over the man and aimed his nine at his cock and balls, still not satisfied when he blasted the shit away.
The place smelled of death and body fluids. Blood, bone, and gray matter was splattered everywhere. He liked his fucking head shots, but decided to blow away all their dicks just for being associated with the one who’d hurt Megan.
Johnnie peeked in and Christopher nodded, signaling him to get on the fucking phone and get motherfuckers there to clean this shit up.
Christopher kicked the last motherfucker, unidentifiable because his features disappeared with one shot. Finally, he went to Megan. His Megan. He bent and lifted her into his arms, nosing her hair, his heart beating hard and fast at the way she clung to him. No, she was trying to climb the fuck up his body, so he swept her off her feet and kissed her forehead, her hair, her eyelids.
“Where’s Bailey?”
Mortician’s voice reached through Christopher’s fog. He shook his head, trying to remember if he’d hidden all the knives in their room. The first thing Megan would do to make herself feel better was to cut her beautiful
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