OUTLAW KING(52)

Anderson looked at me. “You’re going to burn in prison. I’ll keep you alive for the rest of my life. I’ll make it so miserable…”

“I’ll go without a fight,” Uncle Jakey said. “As long as my club stands.”

“What?” I asked.

“Say that again,” Anderson said.

“You’re right,” Uncle Jakey said. “My time is up. I’ve had my chance at this game. It’s over for me.”

“So if I have nobody else with me,” Anderson said, “what makes you think I’m taking you in.”

“You’re going to kill me,” Uncle Jakey said. “Why not? I f*cked your wife, right?”

I raised an eyebrow. That was news to me.

“Ex-wife,” Anderson said.

“She wasn’t your ex when she was swallowing my cock and touching herself.”

Anderson’s face burned red. He jumped at Uncle Jakey and swung, cracking him in the jaw. I expected Uncle Jakey to fight back but he didn’t. He took the punch.

“Fuck,” Anderson growled as he shook his hand.

“Call your team,” I said. “This bullshit is done, Anderson. You set everyone up. You have no credibility to be here. You have nothing.”

I stepped forward and Anderson pointed his gun at me. I walked right to it. The gun to my heart. One pull of a trigger and it was all over for me. I’d never get to see Linds again. I’d never get to kiss her. I’d never get to see her belly grow swollen and meet my baby.

“Fuck you, Kingston,” Anderson said.

“Then do it. Fuck me. Right now. Fuck me by pulling that trigger.”

Uncle Jakey cut in, throwing his hands at Anderson, moving him out of the way. “I’m done with this. I give up. You win, Anderson.”

“No,” I said.

“Shut up, King,” Uncle Jakey said.

Anderson took out a set of cuffs and slapped them over Uncle Jakey’s wrists. “Just think about all you’ve done. The crimes, Jakey. The murder. The beatings. The carjackings. The bombings.”

“Don’t forget I f*cked your wife,” he said. “Better than you ever could.”

Anderson gritted his teeth. He put his gun to Uncle Jakey’s head. “I’ll do it right now.”

“No you won’t,” Uncle Jakey said. “You want to take your time. You want to enjoy killing me. You want to come after the Reaper’s Bastards and get your credibility back. You chased me for years, Anderson. You lost your wife. You lost your career. You lost everything because of me.”

“And I’m going to get it all back,” Anderson said. He looked at me. “Our deal is off the table, Kingston. I’ll keep you out of prison for a little while. But I’m making a call and you’re going to become a pawn in my investigation into everything your motorcycle club has done. I’m going to take you all down. Piece by piece. Watch it all burn. And the best part? I’ll never tell you where I put Jakey’s body. And I’m going to save his leather cut. So I have something to piss and shit on for the rest of my life.”

I moved forward and Anderson jammed the gun to Uncle Jakey’s head even harder. I stopped. Anderson laughed.

He started to walk backwards, Uncle Jakey with him. I had never seen anything like it in my life. Uncle Jakey in handcuffs, being dragged away. And there was nothing I could do.

I looked to the man in the suit.

Who the f*ck was this guy?

I looked back to Anderson and Uncle Jakey.

I was waiting for Knox and Slam to come busting into the building and do something.

“Wait a second,” Uncle Jakey said. “Give me one second to talk to King.”

Anderson paused. “What?”

“You know what you did,” Uncle Jakey said. “You thought you were working straight for the Reap. But a rat is always a rat. And a rat needs to get punished.”

“Then let him take me,” I said. “Fight back, goddammit.”

“Fight back,” Anderson said. “Yeah, that’s right. Fight back.”

“Okay,” Uncle Jakey said. “Then I will.”

I opened my mouth but didn’t get a word out.

Uncle Jakey lifted his right shoulder and pounded it into Anderson’s jaw.

Anderson stumbled back.

I made a move for my gun but the man in the suit was there, throwing a knee at me.

“No,” he said.

“Who the f*ck…”

“King!” Uncle Jakey’s voice yelled.

I turned and saw my fate.

Uncle Jakey stood behind Anderson and had his hand over Anderson’s hand on the gun.

“What…”

That was the only word I got out.

Uncle Jakey pulled the trigger with Anderson’s finger.

The gun exploded and I felt instant pain with the loud sound.

I stumbled back and looked to my right shoulder. When I looked back at Uncle Jakey and Anderson, the gun went off again. A hot pain went through my stomach as I fell to my ass, grabbing for my stomach. I was bleeding everywhere, looking at Uncle Jakey, waiting for the third and final bullet to finish me off.

Uncle Jakey then pushed Anderson forward.

The man in the suit reached down for the gun he had put on the ground. He lifted it and pointed, pulling the trigger just once, sending a bullet through Anderson’s head. Right through his f*cking forehead.