Page 282 of Outlaws of Tulsa

My eyes are clamped shut as I listen for his instructions but try to seek an image of my mother’s face. It’s clearer in my mindthan usual and I cling to it. But her image fades and I’m met with warm memories of him.

My boyfriend.

Cove the bitch boy Gale.

So beautiful and crabby.

Everything feels confusing. I want to stay locked in the dark dredges of my mind, kissing his pouty lips and teasing my finger along the grooves of his abs down to where his dick jerks with need, pre-cum leaking from the tip. I want to suck down every salty drop—to eat him alive and have his essence live inside me.

Robin.

The word, a strangled plea, cuts through the safety bubble I’d created in my mind. It’s a blade of clarity, slicing through the bindings that keep me in place.

Robin.

I hear it again and it calls to me. Begs and pleads. Encourages me. A flicker of hatred ignites in my lower belly and quickly consumes me in its inferno. The fires burn away the fear and chase away the boy, giving birth to the dragon.

My eyes fly open as I track the sound. Not just any sound, but the repeated safeword Cove is using. When my eyes land on the way Night Giant is struggling to force his way into my fucking boyfriend, I see red.

An explosion of insanity bursts through me.

Night Giant’s ass is white and hairy. His hand is on his cock as he concentrates on trying to put his dick inside a sobbing Cove.

I jerk one of my knives from my boot and stalk over to them. Night Giant has his hand on the back of Cove’s neck, holding him down over a barrel as he continues to try to rape him.

I’d wanted to make him suffer.

Draw it out and drain every drop of blood from him.

There’s no time.

Vengeance doesn’t matter when Cove’s life and body are on the line. Silent like the night, I stalk and then pounce, driving a carefully placed blade between two hairy ass cheeks. Unlike Night Giant’s dick that’s too big for Cove’s hole, my blade sinks deep inside of Night Giant.

His howl is otherworldly.

So pained and horrified, I almost feel it myself.

Night Giant is sputtering, attempting to command me like only moments before, but his words fall on deaf ears. The blood is roaring inside me, silencing everything but my rage.

Yanking the knife out, I’m satisfied to see how much blood spurts from him. He topples over like the giant in the old children’s tale, landing hard on his side, making the whole tugboat tremble. Blood gushes from his asshole like the mighty Mississippi River beneath us.

I take a moment to run my palm down Cove’s bare back, caressing him, my strength growing with just a simple touch. Then I turn to stalk over to Night Giant. With my boot, I shove him onto his back. He’s still alive but unconscious from the pain. I drive my blade into his groin right above his dick, no doubt slicing through his bladder in the process. His demonic, dark eyes fly open, landing on me.

Grinning at him, I pull the knife back out to inspect the blood dripping from it. “I told you I was going to kill you, but you thought you were untouchable.”

Blood spills from his lips, rolling down the sides of his cheeks. His flesh turns pale and begins shifting to a shade of blue I like. The color of death on the horizon. Beautiful.

I drive the blade down onto his dick this time, severing part of it. More blood oozes out of him, but all he can manage is a twitch. He’s dying. It’s too quick, but I actually don’t give a fuck. I’ve been waiting over a decade for this moment. Now that it’s here, I don’t want to draw it out any longer.

I want to kill the beast.

With a victorious growl, I pounce on him and slam the blade into the front of his throat. His eyes fix on me, forced to see me as death steals him for their departure to hell.

“That’s for Mitch and Cove and Stormy,” I spit out, glowering at his near-dead form. “That’s for me. You no longer own me, you piece of shit. I’m free of you.”

I rise to my feet, swaying on the deck. When I turn around, Cove is gone. Dread fills me to the brim, but then he appears, blood splattered all over him and the shirt he’s somehow procured from somewhere.

“I hope you know how to drive a boat,” Cove rasps out, trembling slightly, “because I just shot the guy driving it.”

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