Page 100 of Outlaws of Tulsa

I live with a bunch of females.

Everyone’s laughter and cutting up stops when the queen of this castle storms out. Halo and Payne—her honorary guards—silently follow after.

“What part of ‘Go outside and play with your stupid bikes so I can study’ did you assholes not understand?” Hadley looks fine as fuck in a pair of yoga pants and an off the shoulder TU sweatshirt. The moment she mentioned an interest in college, I made it happen. Sure, her high school grades were okay, but not stellar. But what the fuck is the point of being a hacker if you don’t use your shit to help the ones you love. I adjusted some of her grades and wormed my way into TU’s admissions system. Signed my old lady up because she wanted to go to school. I can’t deny her a goddamn thing.

“Hello? Dumbasses. Talking to all of you.” She taps her shoe on the concrete. Then, she looks over at Halo and Payne. “Well,not you two because you’re perfect little shadows, who also happen to know a thing or two about college algebra. I love you two.”

Halo smirks and Payne winks at her.

All right. Enough of that fucking shit.

“Get over here, brat,” I bark out.

She flashes me a silly grin, no longer angry at being interrupted, and saunters over to me. Filter scoots over to give her some room so she can squeeze between us.

“How’s my baby girl?” she croons, stroking her thumb over our daughter’s dark hair.

“She sleeps like her momma.”

“Nees tried to wake her up,” Dragon tattles. “Want me to kill him for you, PG?” He waggles his brows at my old lady. Fucker.

“Hmmm,” Hadley says, pondering his words.

“I could help,” Katana offers.

“Aww, I love you, Katana.”

Nees groans. “Seriously. You all suck.”

“I like it when you take me to Sonic,” Hadley admits. “You’re my cherry limeade guy.”

“’Cause that’s not gay or anything,” Bizzy says with a snort.

“Even gay, Nees gets more action than you, Santa,” Dragon reminds him.

Jesus Christ.

These guys bicker like little fucking girls.

And I love it.

My family.

This small MC gang. My wife. Our sweet little angel.

“Have you talked to Copper about Thanksgiving?” Hadley asks me, turning her sweet eyes on me. Fuck.

Filter grunts in annoyance and stands. He makes up some lame excuse about taking a nap. Once he’s gone, I let out a sigh.

“Copper said he’ll think about it.”

“Not good enough,” Hadley sasses. “I want to see her. She hasn’t seen Caydence yet.”

The big badass bikers who are supposed to back me up slowly retreat. Stormy is a touchy subject around here. Ever since that night she blew in like the fucking cavalry, I researched every bit of information I could find on her. It’d be better if she were dead. Might even give Filter some closure because he feels deeply betrayed by the fact he was literally sleeping with the enemy.

But Copper is a stubborn ass with his own agenda.

“I didn’t want anything for my birthday except this, Jared. Just this.”

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