Page 148 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Ichose sex over a cup of coffee and my ass is paying for it now. I’m tired as fuck. All weekend, I’ve fucked Stormy all over that damn house. This morning was my favorite. A quick, hot fuck in the kitchen. I’m being a dumbass getting involved with her considering her past and all she’s done to my brother and his MC, but I can’t find it in me to care. Not when she’s whimpering and moaning beneath me. The way her cunt strangles my dick each time is maddening. Stormy is almost too small to take me, which makes me want to fuck her even more. And when I dipped into her ass for a little sample, I knew I’d end up there soon too.

Blinking away memories of Stormy’s naked ass, I try to focus on my hunt for anything related to Dragon. I scour the Memphis records in the system trying to match up to gangs or sex crimes or drugs—anything that might pull up something of interest. Nothing stands out, though.

“Koynakov,” Dan calls out. “See me in my office.”

I shove away from my desk, thankful for a break. Several women I work with flash me flirty smiles and I nod as I pass. I’ve never been one to date where I work, but that never stopped these chicks from trying. Every single one of them who weren’t married have hinted at going out. I never bite. They’re all so boring compared to Stormy. Hell, Krista, my ex-wife, is boring compared to Stormy.

Stormy looks like a devilish angel.

Someone you want to do really, really bad things with.

Fuck, my dick aches to be inside her again. This is going to be a long ass day. I wish she had a phone so I could check in on her.

“Close the door,” Dan says from behind his desk.

I push it closed and take a seat. “What’s up, man?”

“I need your help.” He sighs and scrubs his palm over his face. “I’m getting nowhere with this case.”

He shoves a file my way. I pick it up and begin thumbing through it. Human trafficking case. Not some small-scale gig either. A massive operation. As I read through all the notes and intel, my blood begins to boil. He’s been working this case for months.

“What the hell?” I growl, meeting his stare. “Why wasn’t I informed? I could have been helping on this.”

Dan sighs. “I know. I’m sorry, dammit.”

“You have Meyers on it. No wonder shit isn’t getting solved.” I toss the folder down and lift a brow at him. “Care to tell me why you didn’t put your best guy on this?”

“You’ve had one foot out the door, Jeremy. I see the word ‘retirement’ practically flashing like a neon light above your head.” He leans back in his chair and shrugs. “I just wanted to give you an out. Didn’t want you feeling guilted into staying on for me.”

“But the case is too big,” I mutter. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, I admit I need your brain on this one.”

I flip through more pages of the file and stop when I see a missing person’s report. From Tennessee. Something about the report niggles at me.

“See,” Dan says, his voice filled with relief. “You’re already seeing stuff I probably hadn’t considered. Take it with you and get back to me.”

Absently, I nod and stand up. I take the file back to my desk and return to my earlier project. Dragon. I’d been looking forillegal shit he might have been involved in. I didn’t think about looking through missing person reports. I spend the next hour or so scrolling through reports around the time Dragon came to live with Koyn. Nothing. I go back another year and then another. I eventually find something that has me stopping dead in my tracks.

Holy shit.

Chase Everett Thomas. Sixteen years old. Missing.

The kid staring back at me is smiley and charismatic. Big green eyes. A mouth full of straight white teeth.

Fucking Dragon.

I backpedal now that I have a name. Easily, I find articles about Dragon before he went missing. Local basketball hero who played varsity. Voted by his peers “most likely to become famous.” Scouts from all the best colleges were already taking notice. Wealthy parents.

How the hell did he go from that to psycho Dragon with the Royal Bastards MC?

I also discover Dragon was in a fucking male pageant. Just wait until Koyn gets a load of this shit. It’s like he’s a magnet for these motherfuckers. First Hadley also known as Pageant Girl or PG and then Dragon. It’d almost be comical if this wasn’t such a clusterfuck.

There’s a two-year period between the report when he went missing to the time he showed up on Koyn’s radar, which puts him at about eighteen when Koyn took him in. It makes me wonder what the hell Dragon was doing in those two years. Did he run away? Was he kidnapped? Something fucking happened and this would be a whole helluva lot easier if Koyn would stop playing Daddy and let me do my goddamn job.

I know the necessary procedures and protocols. Lots of red tape to wade through. But, since I went dirty a long time ago, I take the shortcut. It gets shit done and when you’re dealing withlowlife criminals, sometimes you have to play nasty right along with them. The file Dan gave me, though only recently opened as an active investigation, has tons of missing person reports, which means it’s very possible Dragon was the victim of this very ring of traffickers going back near a decade ago. Fuck. This really is huge like Dan said.

I make a call to the one person who can find shit faster than I can.

---