Free Misled by Kathryn Kelly, Crystal Cuffley

him. His fucking entire life.
    “No w go get the bitch.”
    Rack stood. “Boss, calm down. Give the brother a break. I’ll get the fuckin’ bitch for you and do to her whatever you want me to afterwards.”
    “I want this asshole. My VP,” he sneered. “I chose this motherfucker over my own flesh and blood.” He pulled his gun an d shoved it to the bridge of Outlaw’s nose. “He owes me. You all fuckin’ owe me.”
    “Dad, put your shit away. You’ll never fuckin’ forgive yourself if you hurt this motherfucker.”
    Even the pretense of Snake and Outlaw having a friendship was stripped away. They’d always tolerated each other to make Big Joe happy.
    “I chose you, Christopher ,” Boss screamed. “You told me the fuck like it was. I respected that. You were a man of your word and cow towed to no one.” Spit slid from the sides of his mouth, the hand holding the gun shaking. “But if you defy me, you’re a dead fuck. I’m sick of your bullshit anyway. Whining about me and what I need to do. FUCK YOU. I do what the fuck I wanna do.”
    After a tense moment, he lowered the gun and everyone breathed a collective sigh. Boss narrowed his eyes, studied each man, then laughed and pulled Outlaw into a chokehold, his idea of affection. “I love ya, boy. You’re like a second son to me.” He thrust his chin toward the door. “I think I’m gonna get some rest. We’ll party another time.”
    Unless they had church or support clubs were visiting, no one hung out in the main room much anymore. Nowadays, they partied in small groups and in the rooms of the brothers who lived on premises. Most of the brothers had even given up their old ladies to keep the bitches safe. Boss was a loose cannon and no one wanted to set him off. After the near disaster in the boardroom, everyone scattered. Outlaw was exhausted, though, and he wanted to be alone. He didn’t want to see or hear no bullshit.
    How unfortunate for him.
    Just when the alcohol and Aunt Mary started buzzing through him, a girl’s scream ripped through the quiet. What the fuck was going on now? Grabbing his nine, he sprinted out the door and down the hall toward the sounds. He skidded to a halt and stared at the half opened door.
    Boss’ s room.
    Fuck.
    “No! Stop! It hurts. Please, please, please.”
    “Open, you little slut.”
    The next scream went through Outlaw and he knew he had to breach the lion’s den. This girl sounded so fucking young. Too young. He didn’t know how he knew it because he’d dealt with bitches who were eighteen and nineteen, thanks to Boss. But Summer was the oldest bitch Boss had been with in a while and she’d been twenty-two.
    “Help me! Please!”
    The unmistakable sound of flesh connecting with flesh decided Outlaw. He opened the door fully and stepped in. On the bed, Boss lay between a pair of pale white legs, his pants still on, just pulled down. With each thrust, the girl screamed and Outlaw gripped his nine, knowing he had to be ready to fire, even though he kept his hand slack at his side.
    He cleared his throat. “Yo’, Prez.”
    Big Joe went still and looked over his shoulder, his weight bearing down on the female beneath him.
    “Get the fuck out.”
    “This ain’t our style,” he said quietly. “You hurtin’ her. I heard her screams down the hall.”
    Boss pulled away and roared to his feet, bringing up his pants as he did. Before he closed his fly, Outlaw saw Boss had as much blood on his dick as the girl had smeared on her thighs. Grabbing his .45 from the nightstand and stuffing it in his waistband, Boss stalked to Outlaw.
    One glance at the trembling girl on that bed told him all he needed to know. He’d been in enough bitches to recognize when he saw one who shouldn’t have some dirty old motherfucker using her the way Boss had. He hoped the gun stuffed in his pants went off and blew his fucking dick off.
    Outlaw hated Joseph Foy, in tha t moment. He couldn’t take this shit anymore. First thing