Page 213 of Outlaws of Tulsa

I grit my teeth, knowing he’s right. It’s not like the bar will even be open this time of morning. If we want to be successful, we need to be prepared.

“Try to grab a few more hours of sleep,” I grumble. “After breakfast, we’ll make a plan.”

Katana gives me a nod, squeezes my shoulder, and then walks back into the room. After I burn through another cigarette, I stub it out beneath my boot and then head inside. Katana is already passed out on the bed he shared with me last night. Neesand Cove are fucking cozy in the other bed with Nees’s arm slung over Cove’s smaller body like they’re fuck buddies.

I should try to sleep, but all I can do is stare.

At him.

Baby Prospect.

Cove’s full, parted lips are a reminder of what happened last night. My own bottom lip is sore from where he bit me like a fucking puppy. I run my tongue along the soreness of it, somehow still able to taste the sweetness of him.

Katana was right.

Cove has me all twisted up.

Apparently we can’t just show up at this bar tonight or we’ll be obvious. According to Bermuda during our FaceTime call after breakfast, we need to make a stop by a tattoo shop. A guy there named Wex is supposed to be our ticket to the bar. If we show up with him, it lets everyone else know we’re cool. Then we can get inside to where Corsetti is lying low. It sounds like a lot of extra goddamn steps if you ask me, when we could just wait for the fucker to emerge, but Koyn’s word is the law. He wants us to get our mark in the quiet, less messy way.

“Any good bars around here?” Nees asks the receptionist at the tattoo shop. “We’re passing through and wanted to get smashed tonight.”

The girl has a face full of piercings and tattoos that color every available inch of skin. She seems annoyed with Nees’s friendliness based on the way she rolls her eyes and smacks her gum.

“There’s a shit-kicker bar next door.” She smirks at him. “Not that you’re old enough to get in.”

Knowing we’ll never get anywhere with Nees leading the operation, I grab him by the back of his cut and drag him out of the way.

“I heard Empty Moon was a good place to get a drink.” I narrow my gaze at her. “And I’m thirsty.”

Her eyes narrow as she studies me. “You a cop or somethin’?”

Cove snorts. “Worse. He’s Batman.”

The girl peels her eyes from me to study Cove. “Blank canvas. Wex loves a virgin.”

Katana’s heat is behind me, calming the storm of irritation whipping inside me. I’m ready to reach across the counter and grab the girl by her nose ring if she doesn’t cut the coy shit soon.

“I’ve been wanting a tatt,” Cove says, shrugging.

Stormy would kill my ass if I let him get inked by some fuckface in OKC.

“No. Not here,” I grit out. “Unless you’re into shitty stick figures forever stained on your skin.”

The girl scoffs. “The only way you’re getting into Empty Moon is paying the price.”

Still not marking up the kid on my watch.

“Fine,” I snap. “He can ink me.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and shakes her head. “Nope. You all get something done or you don’t go to Empty Moon.”

“Then we don’t go.” I nod my head toward the door. “We’re out.”

Cove pulls out his wallet and tosses some bills onto the counter. “I don’t want a shitty stick figure, but it said on your website he does piercings too.”

Her eyes gleam with delight. “Wex enjoys poking a virgin.”

I’m seriously going to kill this bitch.

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