Page 107 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“And what way is that?” Koyn challenges.

“I have my methods,” I bite back. “Don’t worry, PG, the bitch isn’t going to die tonight.”

On my way out of the slaughterhouse, I meet Blake’s hard stare. My son is a fuckin’ prospect, and because he wears a leather cut and I don’t, he acts like he’s got say over me when it comes to club business. At the end of the day, he’s my kid and I’m his goddamn dad.

“Don’t, Nees,” I warn. “Just don’t.”

He clenches his jaw but doesn’t say anything else on the matter. Stormy, on the other hand, is bitching like it’s her goddamn job. By the time I reach my truck, she’s gone silent. I dig my keys out of my pocket and hit the fob, unlocking my gold Ford Super Duty King Ranch truck. How in the hell am I going to keep her in it, though?

A chill creeps up my spine when a voice calls out, too close for comfort.

“Need a hand?” Dragon asks.

“Oh, fuck no,” Stormy hisses. “Do not let that sadistic freak near me!”

I smack her ass hard over her jeans. “Shut up.”

Dragon climbs into the back seat of my truck and his green eyes glow with violence. Couple that with the blood splattered all over his face and he looks like a goddamn psychopath serial killer. Stormy clings to me as though it’ll keep me from tossing her to him.

Wrong.

“Don’t kill her,” I warn as I yank her from me.

Like a viper, he strikes, latching onto her and drawing her into his powerful hold. “There, there, bitch. I’ve got you now,” he says in a deceptively calm tone. “Shhh.”

I pin her with a hard glare. “Behave and you’ll make it to my place in one piece.”

Genuine fear shines in her eyes because she knows I’m right.

Dragon is fucking nuts.

“You won’t get away with this,” she threatens me.

I lean forward into the truck, gripping her jaw in my hand. “Little storm, I already have.”

Stormy

I’m so fucked.

But Hadley’s not dead. I’ll count it as a win as far as she’s concerned. I, on the other hand, am headed that way. Dragon has me in his wicked grip and that can only mean one thing.

Some shit is about to go down.

He doesn’t even try to cop a feel, which is my first warning about how bad this is. Dragon is one or the other. Hot or cold. Flirtatious or cruel. Playfully taunting or painfully vicious.

I’m about to be on the receiving end of his wrath. I’ve seen what he’s done to others. The last thing I want to do is become chopped meat for Dragon to later beat off to. As if inside my head, he nips at my ear.

Not a sexy bite either.

One that warns of lots and lots of pain.

My mind is going a mile a minute. How did I think I would prance in there and then make my way back out alive? I’d been so blinded by saving Hadley, I forgot to save myself. I should have known better, though. Koyn is different with Hadley. She weakens him and he doesn’t care. It was all some big game. He was never going to kill her.

Which means I blew my cover for no reason.

And the only two people who knew I was even there are lying dead on the slaughterhouse ground. Guilt niggles at me forbringing them into this situation. Brad could be a total dick, but he didn’t deserve to die.

“You killed them,” I accuse, meeting Copper’s hard stare in the rearview mirror.

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