Page 170 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Blake: K. See you soon.

I give him a thumbs-up emoji that’s returned with some angry faces that I don’t understand. With a sigh, I pocket my phone and head back into the guest room. Katana looks better than he did now that they’ve done a good job of stopping the bleeding.

“What can you tell us?” I bark out, ignoring the glare from Koyn. “Anything. Who were these guys? What the fuck were you two doing here anyway?”

Katana groans, his eyes pinching shut. “Dragon wanted to ask Stormy’s sister some questions about Vidal and Collins.” He wheezes. “He wanted to hunt them down and kill them.”

“So you showed up and then what?” I demand.

“We parked on a trail near here and hiked our way to the back of your property since we knew you had guys watching theplace.” He pauses, catching his breath. “I kept watch while he went inside to talk to the women.”

Dragon’s lucky Stormy didn’t shoot his ass.

“And…” I urge. “Come on. Anything will be useful to us.”

“I heard the gunshots first,” Katana hisses. “I started for the house to warn Dragon, but then I was shot by a big-ass dude. I’m talking almost seven feet tall. He wore a black mask to cover his face, but…”

Koyn sits on the bed beside him. “But what?”

“Even though I couldn’t see him, I knew it was him.”

“Who?” I growl.

“Night Giant.”

“Night Giant?” both Koyn and I ask at once.

Katana grimaces. “He’s the one who…” A pained expression washes over him. “The one who really hurt Dragon.”

“Tell me more about Night Giant,” I order, already texting this info to Dan as I wait for him to continue.

“He’s a sadistic fuck. When Dragon saw him…” He winces. “The guy said something to him that had him…Jesus.”

“Had him what?” I urge.

“He knelt for him, Copper. Fucking knelt for him. And then the motherfucker hit him like it was his God-given right.”

My mind flips through all the sick shit I’ve seen in my years of being a Fed. I have a pretty good picture of what sort of fucked up shit this Night Giant put Dragon through—what he’ll soon put my girl through.

“So Night Giant isn’t Collins or Vidal?” Koyn asks. “Who the fuck is he? Is that why Dragon didn’t know who we were talking about at first?”

Katana nods. “Night Giant is one of their cronies who runs shit. Where Collins and Vidal recruit, Night Giant does…the rest.” His nearly black eyes pin me. “We have to get them. If Night Giant does what he did…” His gaze skirts over to Koyn.“He won’t survive it this time. Not up here.” He taps the side of his head. “I barely held Dragon together after the first time.”

Dan replies back to me that he’s running a list of men nearly seven feet tall who might be in the system, as well as the name Night Giant. It’s a start.

“Get some rest,” I tell Katana. “We’re going to find these fuckers and destroy them so we can get our fucking people back.”

I just hope they’re not too broken when we do.

Stormy

We’re shuffled down a dark hallway, no longer bound at our feet, that smells musty from mildew. As soon as we left Copper’s, I focused on which direction they were taking us and did my best to assess how much time had passed. The men driving were quiet, careful not to speak much in front of us. My best guess is we went east. I figured maybe we drove for two or three hours, but I can’t be for sure. It makes me wonder if they were set up in Arkansas considering that’s where they took Cove from.

Cove.

If there’s a silver lining in this, it’s that I’ll get to see my brother.

I hope like hell he’s alive and okay.

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