Hunter (King’s Men MC #1)

3. Roman

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ROMAN

Three Months Later

I stared blankly ahead of the courtroom.

Dominic was sitting right behind in the gallery. His words from the last time he visited me ran through my mind.

It was the only thing I was holding onto.

I’m going to get you the fuck out of here.

I still couldn’t fucking believe I got caught. And the fucking evidence they had was a crappy recording of the fucking murder that should have been torn to shreds had the fucking judge presiding over my case not had such a hard-on over the King’s Men MC.

Judge Hudson had been a thorn in my fucking side ever since he got promoted to prosecutor some odd years before and decided he wanted to be the one to put us all away.

He hadn’t been able to accomplish that as a prosecutor, and he hadn’t been able to achieve that as a district judge… until now .

Judge Hudson slammed down his gavel when he finished reading the sentence.

Twenty years without the option of parole.

He smirked from where he sat, and my fists clenched to keep from jumping over my table for the fucker.

Everything about the investigation and trial was off.

So much for my right to due process.

The evidence against me was insubstantial.

But it didn’t fucking matter because they now had the VP of the King’s Men MC behind bars.

The fucking so-called witness for the case didn’t even make an appearance to testify in court. I would have liked the chance to see her face.

But she was under some special protection, which told me she was probably someone powerful or had powerful connections.

Didn’t matter.

I would find out her identity soon enough.

How could I not know there was someone in that alleyway?

I was too blinded by rage that night.

Fucking Richard Jones.

I wished I had taken my time. Toyed with my prey. Should have taken him to my cabin and drawn it out.

His death certainly would have been messier, bloodier, and much more fucking painful than it had been, with a fucking knife slit across his throat.

What a fucking neat way to go.

I bet the fucker didn’t even suffer for long.

My fist clenched by my side as my eyes reached Mayor Gallagher.

The bastard’s dark eyes practically glowed with mirth.

He was enjoying this.

The slimy little bastard better fucking hope I didn’t get out because I would fucking kill him at the first chance available.

It would be a slow death, too.

Something even Micah would admire.

I stared back at the judge when he asked if I wanted to say anything.

I didn’t answer, and the slick motherfucker beside me, Owen Samuel, the lawyer Dominic hired, leaned forward and answered for me.

It was a resounding no.

Everything moved in a blur after that.

I didn’t remember much of what happened, and then I was behind fucking bars, waiting to be transferred to the Federal Detention Center. I should probably be grateful it wasn’t the Supermax Correctional Facility in Colorado.

I took in the small room I was in, surrounded by metal bars on all four sides.

Fuck.