Page 110 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“I’m cold,” I lie to explain my shivering. “Do you have a blanket?”

“I’ll get you what you need. But first things first.” He walks over to the counter beside the snacks. “Let’s get you fitted for your collar.”

My lip curls up. “Go ahead and fuck yourself with that thought.”

“If you don’t want me to string you up like a fucking hog and leave you in the goddamn barn, then you’re going to let me put this on you.”

I glower at him. “I’m not letting you collar me like one of your mutts!”

“This isn’t the Stormy show,” he snarls. “You’re going to do as I fucking say and be grateful I didn’t put a bullet in your blond head. If you don’t come willingly, I’ll force it on you. We both know if I have to assert my strength over you, you’re going to get hurt.”

Furious, but knowing he has a point, I stomp over to him, lifting my chin so he can see the hatred shining in my eyes. He laughs like an asshole as he picks up his collar. I keep my glare pinned on him as he slips it around my neck and tightens it.

“Swallow,” he instructs. “I have to make sure it’s not too tight.”

I make an exaggerated show of swallowing. The strap is snug, but I can breathe. His fingers brush against my neck ashe fastens it. Then, he picks something up off the counter and hooks it on.

Click.

I reach my hand up to feel a padlock pushed through a hole on the metal mechanism that latches it closed. “What the hell, Copper?”

“It stays on. Always. Don’t try to take it off. You’ll regret it if you do.”

He pats the top of my head and walks away. My fingers touch the collar and I finger a square plastic box hanging off it. Oh no, this motherfucker did not.

I let out a scream of fury as I launch myself at him, my claws bared and ready to cause real fucking damage. As soon as I reach him, electricity jolts through my neck, making me stumble, and I land on my knees. The jolt disappears as quickly as it hit, but my eyes are watering from the sting of it.

“You bastard.”

He turns around and crouches in front of me, a remote device in his grip. “I’ll teach you the same way I did Hansel and Gretel.”

“You’re a monster.”

“And you’re a bitch who betrayed me and my brother. Seems we all have our faults.”

Copper

Like the dutiful pet she’s become, Stormy trails after me. She normally has plenty to say, but at the moment, she’s as quiet as a church mouse. I hadn’t been lying when I said Hansel and Gretel were outside. They love the snow and the chilly weather. Most days, I have to drag their asses out of the lake, even if it is cold as fuck. As I wind my way through my massive home and down the stairs, I can’t help but wonder what her hang-up about dogs is. Since no one had any at Koyn’s, I never saw this side of her.

“Take a seat,” I instruct, motioning for one of my red leather barstools. “I’ll make you a drink.”

The chair scrapes across the wood floors as she hops up on the seat, shooting daggers at me. I’ll give it to Stormy. The bitch has balls. It was only hours ago she showed her hand pissing off one of the most notorious MC gangs alive, yet she sits here being a mega bitch like she has reason to be angry.

I walk into my kitchen that’s rarely used and over to my Keurig machine. Once I get a cup of coffee started, I leave her to hunt down a blanket. Her slutty biker babe clothes probably feel stupid now that she’s been ousted. I grab a gray chenille blanket off the sofa and toss it at her on my way back into the kitchen.

“Sugar? Creamer?” I glance over my shoulder to discover her already wrapped up on the blanket.

“Both,” she mumbles, absently fingering the shock collar.

I start a cup of my own and then fix them both up. After I set hers down in front of her, I sip on mine, leaning my ass against the island so I can watch her.

“Why?”

“I already told you,” she snaps. “Because you and your brother are terrible men who need to be brought down. Especially you, dirty Fed.”

“Spare me the morality lesson. You spread your legs for information. We’re not as on uneven ground as you think.” I sip my coffee, enjoying the reddening of her cheeks. “I needed information. Only difference, I didn’t suck dick to get it.”

“Fuck. You.”

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