Page 192 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Everything might have gotten shitty in my life for a while there, but things are finally starting to look up. I have love, a family both by blood and by bond, a precious baby on the way, and two furbabies.

My heart is full.

And, yet, I’ll never get enough.

Copper

Four months later…

Our boots slap the concrete hard, rhythmic, and with purpose as we walk down the corridor.

Court is in session.

Two of the worst men in the States are being brought to justice. They’ll pay for their sins. For all they did to lure in those victims, allowed them to be raped and tortured, and then profited on their terror. Hell, I’m not even sure Press or Vidal ever took part in any of it, but they lined their wallets with bills soaked in the blood of their victims.

They will pay.

When they began to realize their operation was being pulled out from under their feet, it was too late. We had to make our move and take them down. In the past four and a half months, we’ve rescued nearly three hundred victims, killed a shit ton of rapist motherfuckers, and as of thirty minutes ago, finally shut down their dark web video site. Koyn destroyed any and all videos he could find. He gave up the list to Dan so the Feds could hunt down anyone who logged in to watch the sick shit. Our jobs are nearly done.

Koyn pushes through the double doors and ushers me inside. Sitting in chairs side by side, Press and Vidal wait for their sentencing, pale and wide-eyed.

Of course…this isn’t a normal hearing.

This is a Royal Bastards come to Jesus meeting. Right before we send them to Hell where they belong.

“Loki,” Koyn greets, nodding at the mean-ass motherfucker who’s the prez of the Reno Royal Bastards chapter. “Thanks for not harming a hair on their pretty little heads.”

Both Press and Vidal seem to calm at his words.

Fucking pricks have no idea what’s coming to them.

“Had fun with their friends,” Loki says, casting a bored look at a few men gutted and slain nearby. “They’re all yours.”

“Money’s in the bank, brother.” Koyn bumps his fist against Loki’s. “Thanks for your service and you know where to find me if you need anything.”

“One day I might take you up on it,” Loki grunts. “See you around.”

He pulls his beanie down over his brows and whistles for his men to follow. They herd out of the room in the abandoned warehouse just outside of Las Vegas, leaving my brother and me to finish what we started so long ago.

“Remember that time you cut that fucker Genworth’s eyelids off and then burned him alive?” I ask, pulling my knife out. “Was that before or after you rammed your knife up Putnam’s asshole? I missed the good parts that night. Tell me again, Brother.”

Vidal gags and Press shakes his head, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I remember it like it was yesterday.” Koyn grins at me, violence gleaming in his dark eyes. “I can still smell the way their skin cooked. Fucking terrible but something that never leaves up here.” He taps the hilt of his knife against his temple. “Love makin’ new memories with you, man.”

Our victims stare at us in horror, the tape covering their mouths hiding their pleas. We don’t need to hear that shit. What we need to hear are their sobs as we mutilate them.

I kneel in front of Vidal, annoyed when the fucker starts pissing his pants. Of course I’d pick the pisser. Koyn chuckles at my misfortune, but then Press vomits, spew spraying from his nose. This time, I laugh.

Karma, Brother.

Playtime is over. Now it’s time for payback. I unbuckle Vidal’s pants and drag his briefs down along with his slacks. His wet dick is pathetic, which is why it needs to go. Normally, I save this sick, brutal shit for the real psychos like Dragon, but this is too fucking personal not to handle myself. He took my girl’s siblings and was a key player in the shit she endured. For that, he’ll pay, and at my hand. Without a production, I begin sawing through the bastard’s thin dick. Blood spurts out and narrowly misses me. Ignoring his howls of pain, I detach his cock from his body, toss it to the ground, and hack through his hairy balls too. It makes my own balls crawl up inside my body because it must hurt like hell, but I don’t stop until they’re gone.

I heave them onto the ground with a loud splat as Vidal passes out. Koyn is a little more crafty in the way he cuts Press’s dick off inch by inch. All the while, he mutters harsh words at him, and I only catch the last bit.

“This is for killing the kid. You took Chase from a life he belonged and thrust him into a world he didn’t. Unlucky for you, he crawled his way to the devil. The devil watches out for his people, which means if someone hurts them, he’ll burn down the goddamn earth hurting those motherfuckers back.” Koyn snarls at him as he slices off the last bit. “Every time you piss on the toilet like a fucking bitch, remember my face, cunt. Remember my fucking face.”

He tosses the hunk of dick to the floor and then stands up. I follow him away from the dickless monsters into a nearby bathroom. Once we’ve scrubbed the dirtiness of the deed fromour hands and knives, we head out to find Dan. He waits by the door with a team of Feds.

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