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Outlaws
The King & Slater Series Book Four
Matt Rogers
Copyright © 2019 by Matt Rogers
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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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Books by Matt Rogers
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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