Outlaw King Read online

  Outlaw King

  Jaxson Kidman

  Contents

  Hey darlin’

  Stay social with Jax:

  Outlaw King

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  A Note from Jaxson

  Hey darlin’

  I’m thrilled that we get to do this again. Outlaw King is a really special novel for me. Believe it or not but this was the first idea I had when it came to bringing the Reaper’s Bastards to life. You know how I write by now… there’s pieces of me and my life in this book. It’s an honor to bring this story to life. I hope you enjoy. Please make sure to grab my other novels - Hard Knox and Slam Her.

  See you on the other side.

  Jax

  Stay social with Jax:

  Facebook: www.facebook.com/JaxsonKidman

  Newsletter (part of the Outlaw Romance Obsession team): http://eepurl.com/b9BDKb

  Email Jax: [email protected]

  Outlaw King

  To survive, I’ll have to turn my back on my club – to save her, I’ll have to give my life

  By the time Lindsey went from a mouth full of braces to a smiling beauty I was already knee deep in the outlaw world. But that didn’t stop us from exploring everything wild and dangerous we were feeling. I took her to the edge and back, leaving her with an understanding that no man could ever replace me.

  Here’s the thing – I get a shot at fixing a part of my past, so I take it. The result puts me behind bars and on death row. Looks like my days are numbered. That is, until I get offered a deal that any man would take. I get a taste of freedom and I go right back right back to only thing I know – Lindsey’s perfect and heavenly curved body. Now I’m stuck between protecting my club, saving my woman, and facing my date with the reaper.

  This is what happens when you fall into the outlaw world way too young… not to mention falling in love.

  1

  (king)

  *A LONG FUCKING TIME AGO*

  My brother Tito sat on the bed holding a guitar with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. He was jamming something, loud, obnoxious, and I stood in the doorway like I had been let backstage at the biggest concert in the world.

  When my big bro saw me, he stopped playing. The guitar squealed with feedback as he leaned forward and killed the power to the amplifier. He spun the guitar around and dropped it to his bed.

  There was a girl in his bed.

  I could see her naked shoulder and back. My eyes were locked to her for a second, cashing in every birthday wish I had collected over the years, wanting her to pop up so I could see her topless.

  Tito must have sensed what I was thinking because he reached with his left hand and touched the girl’s back, keeping her down and asleep.

  I don’t know what she had been doing to make her sleep that sound. Maybe it was just hanging out with my cool big bro that did it. He always had girls. It was amazing. He rode a motorcycle, got into bar fights, won them all, played guitar, and loved girls. He was everything I wanted to become in life.

  Except… I had this one problem.

  A girl problem.

  “What is it, my man?” Tito asked.

  “I got a letter in the mail today,” I said. “From Lindsey.”

  “Lindsey? That the girl that’s up in the development?”

  “Yeah, her. Her Aunt Jane has that new guy. Well, they’re married. But he bought that house for her, you know? And… he says she can’t be near me. For the entire summer. I got to wait until school starts…”

  “Ah, damn, my man,” Tito said. He slid to the edge of the bed. “Aunt Jane, huh? She’s that hot one. I remember her. In her stick shift Jeep. Cruising around with the doors off, that hair of hers blowing all around. Oh, damn, I’m getting all worked up over here.”

  “Tito…”

  He grabbed my shoulder. “I’m fucking around, man. What do you want from me?”

  “What do I do about this?” I asked. “I can’t imagine not seeing her for the summer.”

  “You really like her, huh?”

  “Do you really like her?” I asked and pointed to the girl in Tito’s bed.

  He grinned. Then he whispered, “I liked her this morning. Last night. What do you want from me, little bro? Want me go up to the house and beat that guy up?”

  I thought about it for a second. Tito would have done it for me. But, no, that would only make things worse. So I shook my head.

  “No,” Tito said. “Okay. So give me something to work with here.”

  “I just want to make sure she knows I care.”

  “You’re too young to care.”

  “Don’t say that stuff to me. You sound like Mom.”

  “Yeah, right,” Tito said. “You really like her. I get that. There’s a lot of fish out there, Kingston.”

  “Call me King,” I said.

  “Oh?”

  “It sounds cooler, doesn’t it? King. Makes me… bigger.”

  Tito laughed. “A’ight, King. I got you. I got you covered. You can’t play guitar yet, right?”

  “Still practicing,” I said. “I need new strings though.”

  “Shit, brother, why didn’t you say something sooner?”

  Tito pulled his amp forward and reached into the back of it. He took out a pack of strings and tossed them to me. He then took out a pack of cigarettes and shook them in front of my face.

  “Want to try one yet?”

  “No,” I said. “Mom says they’re bad for you.”

  “Everything is bad for you,” Tito said. “What do you want to do? Live forever?”

  I just had to live through the summer. How the hell was I going to go without seeing Lindsey for an entire summer? It wasn’t goddamn right.

  “I just need your help, Tito,” I said.

  “Okay. Okay. You want to make a statement. Prove your point with this chick. I get that. So here’s what you do. Get outside right now. Pick one of them pretty red roses off the bush in the neighbor’s yard. Don’t let them see you though. Damn, old Mrs. K will smack you with her cane right across the ass. Put that in a baggie and then write Lindsey a love letter. Send that shit right to her house and wait. Then all you can do is wait.”

  “I don’t want to wait,” I said, knowing I was sounding like a little baby instead of a teenager. “I want to fucking be with her, Tito.”

  Tito grabbed me by the shoulders. “I get that, brother. I’m sorry. I wish I could say more. But sometimes you just have to wait.”

  His girl started to stir. As she started to lift up, I saw the side of her right breast.

  Holy shit… holy shit… holy shit…

  �
�Not yet,” Tito said. He grabbed my jaw and made me look at him. “You really like this chick, then you focus on her. But don’t be afraid to let time do its thing. Okay? You never know where this long and winding road is headed. Don’t try to control it so much, you’ll just wear yourself out doing so.”

  I nodded. “Thanks, Tito.”

  “No worries, my man. Now get out so I can find out if I like this girl or not.”

  I left the bedroom, knowing exactly what was going to be happening in the bedroom. I went outside and did exactly what Tito said to do.

  I was going to make sure my love for Lindsey could survive a little summer separation.

  But as far as the long and winding road of life went?

  It was all fucked up.

  Why?

  Before Tito saw thirty, he’d be dead… and before I saw thirty, I’d be in prison for murder.

  2

  (king)

  *NOW*

  The darkness, it completes me. On my back, the ceiling coming down on me. The mattress feels like concrete, the concrete feels like quicksand. But I can’t stand. No matter how hard I try to jump, I can’t fall. I feel invincible at the end of the world. Yet it’s coming. I can smell it in the air. The stale, damp hallways. The smell of metal and water. The echoing sounds of the cells slamming shut. Lonely cries, a haggard laugh. The footsteps as they get closer. Are they coming for me? Is today the big day? What happens next?

  I shut the notebook and tossed it to the floor.

  I stood up from the weight bench and jumped, grabbing the pull-up bar. I ripped out thirty without even trying. Sometimes I wondered what the fuck I was trying to achieve. Working out while on death row seemed a little dumb, didn’t it? But I learned a long time ago that if you didn’t fight you were already dead. I could take a deep breath. I could exhale. I could grab a fistful of my cock and jerk it hard, splash my cum all over the floor. That meant I was alive. Right up until they finally decided to kill me.

  I got notice from the Reap that there was one last plea thrown at a judge to see if I could get put away for life.

  I didn’t care.

  I knew my fate. I knew what I had done. I knew what I had given up. Shit, I knew what I lost.

  After completing another thirty pull-ups, I sat back down. Sweat leaked from my pores, collecting to my dirty t-shirt. They took care of me sometimes. I kept quiet, took care of the guards who took care of me, and I found a way to meek out something like survival.

  I heard a banging thud on the door and it opened.

  In walked my favorite fucking guard of all time.

  “Johnny,” I said.

  “Kingston,” he said. “You ready to fucking die today?”

  “I’m always ready to die.”

  Johnny stood there, his fat belly pressing against his shirt. He hated me. And he had good reason to do so. A couple months back he brought his beautiful daughter to work to show her the other side of life. She was in her late twenties and had aspirations to be a psychologist and help those in prison. I helped myself to her sweet pussy as we went at it really fucking rough in a room. I had months of shit pent up inside me and she took it all from me. It was a great afternoon.

  But Johnny was really pissed about it.

  Still.

  “I’m in a good mood today,” Johnny said.

  “That’s good. You get laid finally?”

  Johnny snickered. “I’ll bury you right here.”

  I stood up. “Then do it. Shoot me. Write your fake report. Whatever you need to do, Johnny. As far as I can tell I still have five minutes to myself in here.”

  “You’re right and wrong,” Johnny said. “You still have a few minutes… but you’re not going to be alone. In fact, I’m in such a good mood, I’m going to give you a choice.”

  “Of what?”

  “How you want to die,” Johnny said.

  Right on cue two men stepped up from behind Johnny. Then two more followed. They were big dudes. Basketball shoulders, arms that matched, the look of murder on their faces. They stood next to Johnny, arms hanging at their sides, ready to go.

  “Fuck,” I said.

  “Oh, I brought you a last meal,” Johnny said. He pulled out a baggie with a sandwich in it.

  “Ham and cheese?” I asked.

  “Here. Make your choice.”

  Johnny threw the bag.

  I caught it. I took the sandwich out. It was just two pieces of bread.

  “Not much of a sandwich here,” I said.

  “Open it you fucking moron,” Johnny said.

  I opened the bread and saw a little needle. I gritted my teeth and looked at Johnny. They always fucked with me. Johnny and another guard they called Tater. They would bring me needles all the time, tempting me to do myself in. I never knew what was actually in the needles though. But they wanted me to do myself in. I didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. I knew they were betting on me to do it.

  I tossed the sandwich aside and cracked my knuckles.

  “You’re really fucking stupid,” Johnny said.

  “No,” I said. “I just like a good fight.”

  “I’m going to really enjoy this,” Johnny said.

  I grinned. “You know, I said the same damn thing to your daughter right before I shoved my huge cock in her tiny little ass.”

  “Get him,” Johnny said.

  The four big guys came charging at me.

  I was going to take one hell of a beating, but I would put up a fight though.

  And for some reason, in that moment of death coming at me, I thought about… her.

  3

  (lindsey)

  *THEN*

  I hugged my favorite bear and was huddled in the corner of the bed. The bedroom was massive. Freshly painted. Fresh carpeting. A mansion compared to what I used to live in with Aunt Jane. But I hated him. I hated Jim. He was a complete and total asshole. Even if he said he loved me, it didn’t matter. I didn’t like the way he looked at me. I didn’t like the way his hands touched my hair, my back, or even those couple times he accidentally touched my butt.

  It was all weird and gross to me.

  Yet he was the one who married Aunt Jane and bought her this house.

  Aunt Jane had always done her best to keep a roof over my head. Something she didn’t have to do. I could have been floated around anywhere after my mother was killed in a car accident. And that included being shipped over to Ohio to live with my deadbeat of a father who left when my mother was pregnant. But Aunt Jane stepped up and raised me. My part in the entire thing? To somehow find a way to accept Jim.

  But he took Kingston away from me.

  It was insane. And not just taking Kingston away… but taking my heart away. Because now Kingston liked to be called King. And he was getting bigger, stronger, and he was getting into a lot more trouble. Nothing was the same between us after what happened that one summer when we were ripped apart. We wrote letters. We tried to sneak phone calls. But none of it worked.

  I heard a rumor that he had kissed another girl over that summer but King never admitted to it.

  There was a knock at the door and Aunt Jane poked her head in. “Hey, what are you doing? It’s beautiful outside.”

  “I hate fall.”

  “You do not hate fall,” she said.

  “Yes I do.”

  Aunt Jane came into the room. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

  “Nothing.”

  “Liar.”

  “Everyone is going to the football game tonight,” I said. “I’m not.”

  “Well, why not?”

  “Because I have nobody to go with.”

  “So you need a date to go to the football game?”

  “What do you think they do there?” I asked. “They all hold hands, kiss, sneak cigarettes, whatever. I don’t want any of that.”

  Aunt Jane sat on the edge of the bed. “What happened to Danny? I thought you were going out with him.”

  “He’s an asshole.”
r />   “Watch your mouth, Lindsey,” Aunt Jane said.

  “Well, that’s what he is.”

  “What did he do?”

  “Slept with someone else.”

  Aunt Jane sucked in a breath. “Else? Does that mean you and he…”

  “No.”

  “If you are… or curious…”

  “Stop,” I said. “I don’t want that conversation again.”

  “Okay,” Aunt Jane said. “So you’re going to sit here all night and be upset?”

  “There’s nothing else to do,” I said. “I can’t go do what I want.”

  “Which is what?”

  I looked at Aunt Jane. “I’m going to be an adult next year. What’s Jim going to do then to me? This thing about Kingston…”

  “Oh, not this again,” Aunt Jane said. “I thought that was last summer.”

  “No. I love him.”

  “You can’t say that,” Aunt Jane said. “You don’t know what love is.”

  I could argue her. I could fight back hard, like I usually did. I knew what love felt like and I loved King. But I wasn’t in the mood for it.

  “You know, I tried to help you with that,” Aunt Jane said. “I snuck all those letters from the mailbox to you. Jim would have flipped his lid. I thought you two would have figured things out and moved on. I regret that now.”

  “No. That was amazing, what you did. It’s just that Jim is…”

  The door opened and Jim appeared.

  My heart climbed into my throat.

  “You ready, babe?” he asked Aunt Jane.

  “Yeah,” she said and stood up. “We’re going out to dinner. I’ll leave a twenty on the counter. Get something to eat. If you go out let me know. You know the rules.”

  Aunt Jane kissed the top of my head.

  She walked out of the room as Jim came into the room.

  I was alone with him.

  It made me shiver.

  He touched my shoulder and squeezed. Then he leaned down and kissed my cheek. Then he put his nose to my hair and smelled.