Page 202 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Asshole.

Finally, the dots move as he types something out. I chew on my middle fingernail, nerves getting the best of me. It’s not like I’m in love or anything. I just really need the escape he offers.

Nick: I can’t.

Me: Later?

Nick: Never.

My stomach twists at his words. Since when? Nick and I have been fucking around for months, ever since my sister’s wedding back in June. We meet up mostly by the lake at a secluded park and give each other head. It works out for us.

Me: Shut up. Meet me at our spot tonight.

Nick: No.

The dots move and stop several times before another text comes through.

Nick: I’m getting back with my wife so all this has to stop if I want things to work out between us.

His wife?

What the fuck?

Me: Are you serious right now? Wife???

Nick: I should have told you. I know this.

Me: FUCK OFF.

I slam my phone down, anger pulsing through my veins. It was a bad idea to get involved with Nick. I knew it, but mostly, I wanted to prove to Dragon he didn’t get to run my life and I could see whoever I wanted.

Thinking about Dragon sours my mood even more.

He’s a stalker. Ridiculously hot but psychotic stalker.

As if summoned by my thoughts alone, I sense him enter the clubhouse. Every muscle in my body tightens and I have to try desperately not to straighten my spine. Whenever I see him, I’m filled with disgust.

He would have raped and killed me.

When we were trapped in that creepy-ass perv land, the Night Giant freak ordered him to do just that. And like a trained dog, Dragon was ready. Had my sister not gone batshit crazy and taken my place, I wouldn’t be here right now. I owe Stormy for her quick thinking, but it makes me feel like less than a man for not being able to protect her or myself.

I should have gone back to Arkansas after all that crap went down.

I should have.

My twin Calla and I both should have gone.

Instead, we stayed.

After what we went through, there wasn’t any coming back normally from it. Besides, I want to help take down that motherfucker Night Giant. He’s still out there doing fuck knows what.

That’s partially the reason I joined the Royal Bastards MC.

The other was so I could learn how to defend myself.

I’ll never allow myself to get into a situation where I can’t fight back. All the fear I’d felt at being held captive and forced to perform a sex act on that monster has dissipated. All that remains is anger.

Andhim.

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