Page 58 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“He’s not my friend,” she says stubbornly.

“Then it won’t upset you to see me kill him.”

Everyone stares at me as I enter the slaughterhouse with Hadley tucked under my arm. She’s changed into jeans and a hoodie. The girl is clingy as fuck now that I broke her with my dick. Her fingers stay tangled in my shirt and her head rested against me. I can’t say I hate this. It feels good to have her glued to my side. Too good.

I slap her sore bottom—the little asshole I ravaged only fifteen minutes ago—making her whimper. “Go sit over there next to Bermuda.”

Bermuda scoots over on the bench and pats the wood. I give him a warning glare that he no doubt interprets. She practically reeks of my scent. My cum drips out of her pussy still because I wouldn’t let her clean up. I want them to smell my claim on her.

“Prez got some pussy,” Dragon says with a chuckle. “Must be nice.”

I ignore him to walk over to the man sitting in a chair in front of the now blazing fireplace. He has a sack over his head and has been tied to the chair with unforgiving rope.

Yanking the sack off his head, I glower down at him.

“Hammer?” my fucking girl croaks. “Why are you here?”

His face is bloodied and bruised, no doubt Payne’s doing. “Came for you, bitch. Miss me?”

She trembles and Bermuda hugs her to him. Normally, I’d get pissed at Bermuda touching her, but I’m more angry at the way Hammer looks at her as though she’s a piece of meat he wants to eat.

Mine.

I walk over to a hacksaw hanging on a peg before turning a wicked look his way. “Hammer, huh. You look more like a hacksaw.”

His eyes widen. “Dude. What the fuck?”

“I should be saying the same goddamn thing. You came up on my property. Big balls to do that.”

“W-What do you want? Information?” He eyes the tool warily. “I ain’t loyal to Magna.”

“Apparently loyal enough to come here,” I growl. “Why does he want Hadley?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know. Because he wants her pussy?”

“Wrong.”

“I said I don’t fucking know!”

I take a step toward him and he shudders. Dragon laughs.

“Is she valuable to him?” I demand.

“I don’t know, man. Come on. Let’s talk about this.”

“I’m trying, but you don’t have the answers I want.”

He starts struggling when I kneel in front of him. His wrist is bound to the chair. I line the jagged metal strip of the saw just past the rope where his wrist meets his hand. His screams are otherworldly as I begin hacking through the flesh and bone. It doesn’t take long before his hand falls to the dirt.

“Dragon,” I growl. “Fire.”

Dragon pounces on the hand. He slaps Hammer in the face with it a few times, laughing wildly. Payne walks up with duct tape and starts staunching the bloody stump with the tape. Hammer continues to scream. Dragon has a little too much fun face fucking Hammer with his own fingers before he unceremoniously tosses the hand into the fire.

“Tell me why Putnam wants the girl,” I say calmly to Hammer.

He chokes on his sobs but nods quickly. “He…He loves her like a niece.”

His words startle me. “What? He was gonna fuck her eventually.”

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