Page 191 of Outlaws of Tulsa

He shrugs, a rare flash of vulnerability in his jade eyes. “Yep.”

“You know where to find me to talk if you’re ever not doing okay. I mean it, Dragon. If anyone gets it, it’s me. Okay?”

His nod is clipped. “He doesn’t belong here.”

The change of subject has me reeling.

“Cove?”

“Too skinny. Too afraid. Needs protection.” He shakes his head in annoyance. “Koyn makes some dumbass decisions sometimes.”

I poke his ridiculously hard, sweaty abs. “Yeah, sounds like a familiar story.”

Katana’s eyes widen and he walks away from the conversation. Dragon jerks his attention my way, his jaw clenching.

“You know I’m right,Batman.” I smirk, glad to have his focus because what I have to say is important. “Just look after Robin or this Catwoman is going to come back and add some more claw marks on your ugly mug.”

He nods, his eyes gleaming with an unspoken vow he’ll keep tabs on my brother.

“Since you guys obviously had a secret meeting while I napped, any news on the escapees?” I frown at him, crossing my arms over my chest, suddenly chilled with the fact Vidal, Collins or Press, and Night Giant still roam the streets.

“We have tabs on them,” Dragon assures me. “Now that we know where they went, Koyn was able to get more information and track them.”

“And they’re still running free because…”

“Because their web is far reaching. If we kill the spiders now, we don’t get to free all the ones caught…” His body thrums at that word. “In their web.”

“In the meantime, those people—”

“Are being cared for by Loki.”

“The God of Torture?”

Dragon lets out a booming laugh I haven’t heard in a long time. “Yeah, Stormy. That fucker is just as crazy as Prez. They’ve been working with King in Santa Clarita. King deals with quietlymoving the victims out while Loki and his guys slowly torture the ones who held them captive. They keep it on the down low so that the guys in charge don’t realize their operation sites are being dismantled each time they leave one.”

“It’s only been two weeks, Dragon.”

“A lot can happen in two weeks. They’ve dismantled four already.”

“And Dan is cool with the Royal Bastards slaying rapists all over the country?” I ask in disbelief.

Dragon nods, a vicious grin on his face. “Dan’s cool. As long as we turn the victims over to him so he can return them to their families, he shows up at the agreed upon meeting place and doesn’t ask questions.”

Strong arms wrap around me from behind and I melt in Copper’s arms as his palms settle on my stomach. Dragon takes it as his cue to disappear, leaving me with my man.

“I love you, little storm. So fierce and fucking beautiful.”

I grin and twist around so I can see his handsome face. “Love you too.”

“I have some good news.” His lips curl into a happy grin.

“Oh yeah?”

A car door slams outside and then we hear barking. Something that a year ago would have sent me into a panic. Not anymore.

“My babies!”

Before I get the words out, two gorgeous Dobermans come trotting around the corner, seeking us out. They nearly tackle us, both of them healed and eager to see their parents. I gush over Hansel while Gretel tries to lick Copper’s face off.

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