Page 111 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Sorry, babe, but it’s not happening. Keep trying, though. It’s cute to see you thirsty for my dick.”

Her blue eyes flash with fury. “I hate you.”

“Feeling is fucking mutual.” I sit my mug down and scratch at my scruffy cheek. “Why do you have such a hard-on for justice when it comes to Koyn and me? What did we ever do to earn your obsessive need to take us down?”

“What didn’t you do?” she huffs. “You’re awful criminals!”

I approach the counter in front of the bar, placing my palms on top and leaning forward. “I know this. Koyn knows this. Question is…how do you know this?”

“I’ve watched you kill—”

“Before, Stormy,” I bark out. “When you were a Fed in Montgomery, Alabama, how in the fuck did the Koynakovs get under your radar?”

Koyn is a mastermind at computers. Before losing his family to a psycho motherfuckers MC gang, Koyn amassed a fortune with defense contracts with the NSA and other government affiliations because of his extensive hacking and programming abilities. Koyn was and continues to be the very best in this game. Anything relating to the Koynakov name was essentiallyerased from existence and any new information on us was rerouted to Koyn so we’d never be under anyone’s watch.

“You were too clean, Copper. Stood out like a sore thumb.”

I shake my head at her. “Stop bullshitting me and tell me. All it’d take is letting Hansel and Gretel in to make you squeal like a pig. Do not make me be an asshole.”

“Too late,” she seethes.

My dogs are big pussies, but she doesn’t know that. I almost feel bad about using her fear against her. Almost. When I start past her, she grabs my bicep, her fingernails digging in.

“Jesus,” she yelps. “I’m trying to get to it. Do not let them in.”

“Start talking.”

She shrugs, allowing the blanket to fall off one shoulder. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t ever think Stormy was hot. Hell, any man with a working dick got a chub whenever she’d walk in the room. If she and Filter hadn’t been a thing, I would’ve probably fucked her until she couldn’t walk straight. But now, after the traitorous shit she pulled, all attraction for this woman is gone.

Her body is still fine as fuck, but a monster lives in that head of hers.

“It all started with Erin.” She sighs. “My best friend.”

“Living room. Let’s go,” I instruct. I grab my coffee before settling on one end of my L-shaped couch. She sits on the other side, as far away from me as she can get, hugging her coffee mug to her like it’s her lifeline. “Continue.”

“Erin and I met in college. She and I were friends even when I went to Langley. We kept up with each other. Erin took a job in Houston as an accounts manager for a huge oil and gas firm.” Stormy’s lips curve downward, pain etched in her features. “She called me not long after asking if I could look into someone for her. A guy named Urbano Vidal. When I pulled him up, he came out clean, but there was just something about his picture that gave me a weird vibe.”

I would tell her that Feds don’t work on weird vibes, but that’d be a lie. Being good at your job means listening to your gut. I nod for her to continue.

“Vidal is in the modeling business. Recruits some of the biggest names to ever grace the covers of magazines. He found her in a club one night in Houston and all but begged her to do some modeling for him. Erin is gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but in more of a girl next door kind of way. She’s not magazine or runway material.” Stormy sighs. “I told her he sounded like he just wanted to get in her pants and to stay away from a sleazeball like that.” Her blue eyes lift to mine, pain flashing in them. “She got angry with me. Said I was jealous—that I was always jealous of her.” She swallows hard and absently tugs at the collar around her delicate neck. “We ended the call on bad terms.”

“I’m waiting for you to get to the part that has to do with me and my brother.” I sip my coffee, pinning her with a glare. “Is there a point to this walk down memory lane?”

She flips me the bird and gives me her signature bitchy look before continuing. “I’m getting to it, asshole. Be patient.” She leans forward to set her coffee down on the table, giving me a delicious view of her cleavage. The girl has a nice rack, that’s for damn sure. “So I continued to dig on this Vidal guy. He was a clean slate, but I noticed he came to Tulsa a lot for business. I’d discovered he was always meeting with a guy named Cypress Collins.”

One of my dogs barks, scratching at the door, and Stormy’s spine goes rigid, terror gleaming in her eyes.

“I can’t leave them out in the cold,” I explain, hating what a pussy that makes me sound like. I should want to punish her and make her cry for what she did tonight, but I just can’t use the dogs against her like that.

“Please,” she whispers, her face paling.

“I’m letting them in. They’ll sit on the floor and won’t go near you. I promise.”

Rather than waiting on an answer, I rise to my feet to go let my bad dogs in. They’re trained to know to wait so I can clean their feet off so they don’t track mud through the house. Once I clean them up, I command them with short whistles and snaps. The siblings trot into the living room, curious about Stormy, and settle on the hardwood floor near the fireplace, their eyes on her. She wraps up tighter in the blanket, her entire body trembling. I sit back down, this time beside her.

“Continue,” I instruct. “They’re not going to bother you.”

She lets out a ragged sigh that has Gretel whining in concern and Hansel cocking his head. They want her to pet them now that they realize she’s not a threat, but won’t dare come forward unless I allow them to.

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