Page 225 of Outlaws of Tulsa

The whole point of fetching his loser ass was to get answers.

“What did he use to do?” Cove asks, his tone turning dark.

Max attempts to back away from my approaching frame, but Katana has slipped behind him like a shadow. His back bumps against Katana’s chest as Cove seizes his bicep. The fucker isn’t going anywhere.

“Answer BP’s question,” I growl, spittle landing on Max’s face as I tower over him. “Now.”

“He videoed sex shit.”

My blood runs cold and the muscle in my neck tightens as I grit my teeth. “What does this guy look like?”

“Knight?”

A shudder ripples down my spine. “Tall?”

“He’s a giant.” Max nods rapidly. “They call him—”

“Night Giant,” I snarl, finishing for him.

“Yeah, that’s him. Can you let me go now? I told you his name and I can even tell you where he’s at.”

Yeah, Arkansas, not Tennessee, dumbass.

“We know exactly where that motherfucker is hiding out,” I growl in a deep, threatening tone, “which makes you one hundred percent useless to us.”

Katana senses my pending explosion seconds before Cove does, because he tries to stop me with a sharp shake of his head.

You can’t stop a volcano once it’s erupted.

Fiery hot lava and ash are going to consume everything.

Total obliteration.

With no warning, I drive my blade into Max’s gut. He lets out a shocked gargling sound. Before he has a chance to recover, I yank my knife out and hit him again, this time higher.

I want to pierce his organs.

All of them.

One by one.

I’m vaguely aware of the murmured words of both Katana and Cove, but I’m too fixated on my target to listen.

This fucker is running to the filthiest human on this planet.

Night Giant.

Grabbing hold of Max’s bloody shirt, I jerk him forward and toss him to the dirty floor. He cries out and starts to crawl away, but I’m the predator.

He’s weak, dying prey.

Mine to destroy.

Flipping him onto his back, I straddle his waist and rain my knife down over and over and over. Tearing and scraping and splattering. So many sounds coming from a human who can no longer breathe because I’ve turned his lungs to hamburger meat.

Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab.

I punch my blade through every piece of flesh I can, shredding his skin and making a violent, bloody mess of this worthless dickhead.

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