Page 174 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Now, boy,” Night Giant barks out.

Dragon launches at Hog, a crazed scream echoing in the room. His powerful fists begin wailing down on Hog as he tackles him to the dirty carpet. He rips off the balaclava on Hog’s head and tosses it. Hog tries to shake him off, but Dragon is faster, quicker, meaner. Fists slam into Hog’s face, making bones pop and snap from the power of his hits. Hog groans and whimpers, trying desperately to push Dragon away.

“Stop,” Night Giant orders. “Come, boy.”

Dragon walks right up to Night Giant and leans his head against the cage. Night Giant sticks a long finger inside to stroke Dragon’s cheek. Bile rises up inside of me to see him so controlled by this man.

Hog, now covered in blood, staggers to his feet. He charges for Dragon, landing a sucker punch to his back. To my horror, Dragon doesn’t fight back. He clings to the fence, waiting for orders from Night Giant.

“Bastard,” I hiss out. “Why are you doing this?”

“Makes good money for the bosses,” Night Giant grunts out. And, finally, he barks out a command to Dragon. “Get rid of him, boy.”

Dragon, like a sudden tornado, turns on Hog with enough power to send Hog scurrying away in fear. I watch, shocked and unable to move, as Dragon beats the man to death. When Hog’s face is nothing but a bloody pulp and he’s no longer moving, Dragon rises to his feet and takes a bow.

“Wolf,” Night Giant barks out. “Get the trash out of here and find us fresh meat.”

“One of the newbies?” Wolf asks, making my stomach bottom out at the thought of my sister or brother or Erin in the same cage as Dragon.

“No,” Night Giant growls. “They have better uses. Send in one of the junkies from room twelve.”

And this is how I spend the next several hours.

Watching Dragon kill man after man while Night Giant controls his every move with powerful commands.

When I think I’ve seen enough for the day, Night Giant enters the cage. He strips off his shirt, baring all his thick muscles and chest hair, before unbuckling his belt.

“Clothes off. On your knees,” Night Giant instructs. “Now.”

I no longer expect hesitation from Dragon. Sickness churns in my belly as Dragon removes all of his clothes and then kneels in front of Night Giant.

“Hands,” Night Giant growls.

As soon as Dragon is on all fours, Night Giant takes to whipping Dragon with the belt. Dragon doesn’t yelp or whimper or cry. He just takes it. After far too many hits with the belt, I can no longer watch what that monster does to Dragon. My eyes burn with tears as the slapping of flesh on flesh begins.

This time, Dragon cries.

Those cries, with every grunt and moan that comes from Night Giant, are burned into my soul. They’re rapists. Sick rapists. I’m horrified at the realization that Erin has probably been living this exact life for nearly two years. And if Koyn and Copper don’t find us, my siblings and I might soon be living that life as well.

“Good boy,” Night Giant grunts.

I finally lift my gaze to find Dragon sprawled out and unmoving as Night Giant tucks his dick back in his pants.

“I’ve missed that kid,” Night Giant says to Wolf. “Get him cleaned up and some food in his belly. He has a busy day tomorrow.”

I don’t know what tomorrow brings and I’m terrified to find out.

Copper

“Meeting in five,” Payne says, drawing my attention from my laptop.

I glance at the clock and then give him a quick nod. “I’ll be there.”

Once we felt like Katana wasn’t going to die, we loaded him up and went back to Koyn’s. Several Royal Bastards from the Little Rock chapter showed up with their doctor not long after we arrived. She was able to stabilize and stitch up Katana. Each gunshot went straight through and narrowly missed important organs. He’ll hurt like a bitch, but he’ll live.

Grabbing my laptop from the kitchen table, I start for the conference room where Koyn usually holds Church. On the way there, Hadley stops me to give me a hug and whispered assurances. I finally break away from her and take a seat beside Koyn that he’s saved. The room is packed full of our own Royal Bastards plus several of the Little Rock guys.

“I’ve got King from California on the line,” Koyn says once I’m seated. “Let’s get started.”

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