Page 201 of Outlaws of Tulsa

I grab him by his cut, hauling him closer. “Refer to Prez as Daddy again and he’ll whip your little ass.” I smirk. “Or maybe he’ll let me do that job. We both know I can overpower you.”

It’s a low blow.

Reminding him of that day I was ordered to fuck and kill him.

And, as predicted, the fire is squelched, and he withers in front of me. I should feel like a dick, but it solved the problem of him and Nick talking. That fucker disappeared seconds after I arrived.

“Let me go,” Cove chokes out, not meeting my stare.

“Never going to happen.”

His brows furl together and fiery eyes are back on mine. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I made a promise to your sister.” I flash him an evil grin. “It means you belong to me now, Robin.”

“I’ll never belong to you or anyone,” he snarls, successfully wrenching himself from my grip. “Jesus, you’re such a cockblock. I’d like to lose my virginity sometime this century and of my own free will, asshole.”

I stare after him as he storms off, trembling with anger.

A cockblock?

His virginity?

I knew Night Giant forced him to suck cock on his first and only video, but it still shocks me he managed to make it out of there without worse shit happening. Violent, horrible rape from that sonofabitch. Add in the fact Baby Prospect is like nineteen or some shit, it’s shocking to hear he’s still a virgin. Unimaginable, in fact.

My eyes home back in on Nick, who watches Cove like he’s a little piece of virgin ass he can’t wait to tap.

Hell no.

“You have murder in your eyes,” Katana says, appearing beside me. “Who are we killing today?”

I let out a dark chuckle. “Baby Prospect’s sex life, apparently.”

“I didn’t know he was gay.”

“And I didn’t know he was a virgin,” I mutter. “You know what they say about virgins?”

“I don’t think I want to know.”

Ignoring my best friend, I continue, “They’re meant to be sacrificed to the devil.”

“I don’t think that’s a saying, man.”

“It is now.” I wink at him and punch his arm. “Come on, we have devil’s work to do.”

Cove

Three months later…

Don’t text him. Don’t text him. Don’t text him.

Me: Want to meet at our spot?

He doesn’t respond right away, which annoys me considering I can see he read the message. It wasn’t always like this. In the beginning, he texted and called all the time. When fifteen minutes go by without a response, I get pissed off.

Me: Or not.

Again, he reads it but doesn’t respond.

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