Page 108 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“No, you did that all by yourself,” he grunts back.

“Where are you taking me? Why didn’t you just shoot me back there? We all know you’re not going to honor your word to Hadley. You’re Royal Bastards after all.”

Dragon tenses, making me want to curl in on myself. He’s the last person I want to piss off.

“I’m taking you to my house.”

“Why?” I demand.

“Because you’re my problem and I’m going to deal with you myself.”

“If you can keep Filter away from her,” Dragon says, his hot breath tickling the side of my neck.

“Filter won’t do shit,” Copper mutters.

A derisive snort leaves Dragon, making me shiver. Dragon’s right. Filter, if I’m kept alive, will want revenge. I betrayed him and used him in the worst possible way. But being in Copper’s clutches might buy me some time.

I haven’t ever been to Copper’s house, but I know where it is. Back before I weaseled my way into Filter’s bed at Koyn’s Man Mansion, I staked Copper’s place out online. He lives on some property about forty-five minutes north of Sand Springs on Skiatook Lake. The Koynakovs aren’t your typical biker and Fed. No, the Koynakovs are financially loaded and most of that Koyn obtained the legal way long before his family was killed. Of the time I spent in Koyn’s compound, I certainly got spoiled to the lavish lifestyle.

“Your heart races,” Dragon murmurs, his lips against my neck. “You’re scared.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” I bite back. “Stop touching me.”

He boldly gropes my tit. “What are you going to do about it, traitor?”

I scowl but give up my fight. Dragon loves a fighter. I’ll be damned if I give that filthy freak what he wants. My body relaxes and I give in to the fact I won’t get away under the watchful glares of Dragon and Copper. It’ll have to be when I’m left alone.

I will escape.

Even if it means having to use my body, I will. It’s not like I didn’t spend the past eight months in Filter’s bed trying to get information. If I had to, I’d fuck Copper to get my way out from under the Royal Bastards.

Dragon, on the other hand, can go to hell. I will never willingly crawl into bed with someone like him. Copper and Filter have cracks in their hard façade. I know I can slip through those cracks. Dragon is a dark, impenetrable fog I want no part of getting lost in.

All the adrenaline that’s been running through my veins for the past hour begins to drain out of me. My eyes drift closed of their own accord.

Don’t be stupid, girl.

But I am because I fall asleep in the hands of a monster.

I wake to being hauled out of the truck in Dragon’s firm hold. My legs kick out, hoping for purchase, but I hit nothing. Copper trots ahead and whistles loud. My blood goes cold as dogs start barking from the woods surrounding his massive home. I go from kicking to deathly still.

I’m terrified of dogs.

A childhood incident made sure of that.

“Aww, Stormy’s about to piss her pants,” Dragon taunts as two Dobermans come running full speed toward us.

Copper glances over his shoulder, his brows narrowed in confusion, before he turns his head back to the dogs. The closer they get, they take note of Dragon and me, and start their vicious growls. My heart pounds so hard in my chest I grow dizzy. When one of them snaps at us, I black out from panic.

I wake in a dark room, disoriented by my surroundings and unsure how long I slept for. Slowly, I sit up and squint. I can’t make out anything but the scent of…popcorn. The smell is confusing to me. I rise to my feet and creep across the room I’m in, careful not to bump into any furniture. When I reach the doors where a crack of light shines through, I twist the knob.

Locked.

Bastards.

Fumbling around, I manage to find a light switch. I turn my back to the doors and survey the room I’m in. A media room. He trapped me in a freaking windowless media room. I suppose it sure beats chained to a radiator in a basement. At least this cell has reclining chairs, a huge screen, a bar full of snacks and drinks, and an adjoining bathroom.

“Let me out!” I yell, pounding on the door once I’ve thoroughly searched the room for weapons to no avail.

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