Page 116 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Stop sassing,” he growls. His hand grips my jaw as he angles my head back even further. He leans in and I’m forced to grip onto his T-shirt, ready to knee him in the balls if he tries to hurt me. “Let’s go.”

He releases my jaw to grip my bicep. His touch isn’t rough, but he’s not exactly sweet either. More like efficient in the way he drags me out of his office and into the hallway. I’m all poised and ready for a fight until I see one of the dogs. I squeal and damn near climb him like a tree.

“Such a pussy,” he complains, but I hear the smile in his voice as he grabs my ass.

Unashamed of my actions, I spread my legs, hooking them behind him as I hold on to his neck. It’s intimate for him to hold me this way. I try not to focus on the way my skin heats and my heart stammers. I certainly don’t allow myself to think about what sex with a man like Copper would be like.

He walks us into a guest room with a woodsy theme. I’ve noticed his rustic décor travels throughout the rooms of the house I’ve been in. I don’t tell him I like it because who admits to enjoying their prison cell?

“You have a bathroom and cable. I’ll bring you a snack before bed.” He grips my hips, sending a shock of a thrill shooting through me. “Let go.”

I huff but release him. He tosses me onto the bed. My tiny shorts and cami leave me underdressed and exposed. Because he’s a man and I have a body most men can appreciate, he drags his heated stare over every inch of me, settling on my tits.

“Be good,” he says as he leaves. “If you try to escape, you’ll pay for it, Stormy. Don’t make me regret bringing you here when it’d be easier to toss you into the fire at the slaughterhouse.”

“Never,” I lie.

Our eyes meet and I don’t hide the fact that one day I will leave this place.

“Always lying to further your agenda,” Copper states, penetrating me with a hard stare. “One day soon, you’re going to learn how much I don’t like liars.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to taunt him like old times. This isn’t like before, though. I’m not a guest. I’m a captive. Because I’m a Fed, I know I can escape. I’ve been trained for situations like this. I’ll run at my first opportunity.

Unlucky for me, he’s a Fed too.

I’ll have to run fast and hide well because he’s been trained to find people.

I know for a fact the next time he catches me, he won’t be as nice. I have one shot and I can’t fuck it up.

Copper

Ifile out of the briefing room at headquarters, my mind still on the fact I have a captive in my house. But, unlike most captives, mine is bitchy and unappreciative over the fact I don’t have her chained to a bed. There was a calculating glint in her eyes this morning, but with the shock collar and cameras on my house, I’m not too worried. Plus, she’s scared to fuck over my dogs. I think she’ll barely venture out of her room, much less try to escape.

“Koynakov. A word.”

My superior and good friend, Dan Greene, motions for me to follow him into his office. As I get older, I’ve taken less leading roles on investigations, hoping to move toward retirement sooner than later. Today, I could barely focus on Dan’s words as he gave intel on a cell of drug traffickers all the way up from Mexico who’d moved into the Tulsa area. I’m sure he’s going to chew me out.

I follow him into his office and shut the door behind me. Dan is a few years younger than me, but he’s already a grandpa. I’d kill Blake if he made me a grandpa before I turned fifty.

“What’s up?” I ask, settling into my seat across from him.

He fusses with the knot on his tie before letting out a heavy sigh. “What’s going on with you, man? Your mind is elsewhere all the damn time. You’re my best man and I can’t even rely on you anymore.”

Ouch.

“My brother,” I say, because it’s not a total lie. “He’s been having family problems. I’ve been doing what I can to help. I’ll get to work on this drug case and give it my focus.”

Dan visibly relaxes. “You’re close to your brother. I get it.” He sighs and scrubs his palm over his face. “I actually need your focus elsewhere, though.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “You didn’t mention any other cases in the briefing room.”

“That’s because it’s unofficial.” He leans forward like he’s afraid of being overheard. “I got a call last night from an untraceable number. The voice was muffled on purpose, but they told me I needed to look into the Royal Bastards MC here in Tulsa.”

My thoughts immediately go to Stormy. Did she somehow get a call in before she tried to play hero at the slaughterhouse?

“Male or female?”

“Most definitely male,” he says, making me relax a bit knowing she didn’t also betray us this way.

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