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Outlaws

The King & Slater Series Book Four

Matt Rogers

Copyright © 2019 by Matt Rogers

All rights reserved.

Cover design by Onur Aksoy.

www.onegraphica.com

Contents

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Prologue

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

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Chapter 76

Chapter 77

Chapter 78

Chapter 79

Chapter 80

Chapter 81

Chapter 82

Chapter 83

Chapter 84

Chapter 85

Chapter 86

Chapter 87

Chapter 88

Chapter 89

Chapter 90

Chapter 91

Chapter 92

Announcement

Afterword

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THE JASON KING SERIES

Isolated (Book 1)

Imprisoned (Book 2)

Reloaded (Book 3)

Betrayed (Book 4)

Corrupted (Book 5)

Hunted (Book 6)

THE JASON KING FILES

Cartel (Book 1)

Warrior (Book 2)

Savages (Book 3)

THE WILL SLATER SERIES

Wolf (Book 1)

Lion (Book 2)

Bear (Book 3)

Lynx (Book 4)

Bull (Book 5)

Hawk (Book 6)

THE KING & SLATER SERIES

Weapons (Book 1)

Contracts (Book 2)

Ciphers (Book 3)

Outlaws (Book 4)

LYNX SHORTS

Blood Money (Book 1)

BLACK FORCE SHORTS

The Victor (Book 1)

The Chimera (Book 2)

The Tribe (Book 3)

The Hidden (Book 4)

The Coast (Book 5)

The Storm (Book 6)

The Wicked (Book 7)

The King (Book 8)

The Joker (Book 9)

The Ruins (Book 10)

Prologue

California

Quinn Chapman had a good life.

He wasn’t quite sure how he’d got here, or what he’d done to deserve such blessings, but he chalked it up to the simple explanation that sometimes the stars aligned. They were out tonight, shimmering above the Port of Los Angeles, casting a wide net over the dark swirling water of the harbour. He wore dark clothing in turn — a black short-sleeved shirt tucked into slate-grey slacks — because that’s what had been requested.

When requests were made, he had to abide if he wanted to continue reaping the blessings.

It allowed him to maintain the Cali lifestyle.

Take today, for instance: a morning surf at a hidden cove to the south of Laguna Beach, followed by lunch at the Coyote Grill overlooking the Pacific (an appetiser, an outlandishly expensive main course, and a trio of Coronas back-to-back-to-back, all glistening with condensation like you see in the commercials.) Then back to the house in Emerald Bay for a little admin with his business partners, prepping for the gig tonight, but that wasn’t anything to complain about.

The jobs were always simple, straightforward, never too complicated. Find the right container, load it up, pay the respective port officials to look the other way, coast smoothly off Terminal Island, deliver the cargo to its intended destination.

Never — under any circumstances — look inside the containers.

Because that would make it complicated.

Then he’d have to worry about all those tricky feelings he’d rather avoid — guilt, doubt, fear.

Why would you deliberately let yourself feel like that?

Why not ignore where the cargo ends up, or what happens to it, or what you’re contributing to, or what kind of people you’re aiding, and just focus on the money that comes rolling in, allowing you to surf and drink and eat and play to your heart’s content?

To Quinn, that was the obvious choice.

There were doubts, of course. He’d been raised a libertarian by hippie parents whose primary hobby involved shouting the horrors of capitalism from the rooftops, so when he had time alone to really think about it, his mind went down the obvious route.

This money you and your friends are using to live in a multimillion dollar house facing the water has to come from somewhere. You know bad people are paying you for your services. Every day you spend ignoring that fact is another day you’re complicit. You don’t look in the shipping containers, but you know what’s in them — roughly speaking. How much suffering are you contributing to? How much longer can this go on?

For obvious reasons, he didn’t spend much time alone with his thoughts. If he ended up dwelling on the morality of it, he just told himself he wasn’t the ringleader and left it at that. His boss (and oldest friend) was a generous man, and Quinn was fortunate for the privilege of working for him.

Questioning how much immorality he was contributing to the world made no sense.

That’s not what life was about.

So, broadly speaking, Quinn Chapman had a good life … as long as he didn’t think about what he’d done to get it.

Now he stood alongside his brothers, his friends, his colleagues — all of them dressed similarly. There were six of them in total, and together they ran a smooth operation.

There was an elephant in the room but Quinn ignored it, as did the rest of his co-workers. Namely, the fact that Roman — the seventh member — wasn’t around anymore. Their boss had told them he’d run off. Quinn didn’t believe that. Roman wasn’t the running type. If he’d fucked up, he would have stayed and faced it like a man. Which is probably what he’d done — faced their boss like a man — and that explained why he wasn’t around anymore.

Quinn didn’t like to think about that, either.

You have a good life.

He said it to himself, over and

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