Page 244 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Not today.

Today, he’s a shadowy monster looming in my subconscious. Laughing at me. Reaching for me. Threatening me. No matter how hard I try to shake him from my head, he’s there, suffocating me with his malevolence.

I’ll never escape him.

Not until he’s dead.

This shit has gone on long enough.

“I got your back, bro,” Katana murmurs, voice hard with steely resolve.

He’s always had my back. No matter what. Katana saved me all those years ago when I made my escape out of Night Giant’s sick fucking hold. If it weren’t for Katana, I’d be dead by now. There’s no doubt in my mind. Had I not escaped, I would’ve figured out a way to take my own life eventually.

Laughter in the main house garage echoes loudly, beckoning me toward it. Katana is right behind me, ready to back me up no matter what. Koyn and Copper are standing side by side like a couple of behemoth brotherly tattooed beasts wearing matching smirks as Nees no doubt fucks up another one of his bikes. The kid’s gone through more bikes than our whole club combined. Clumsy ass motherfucker.

“Prez,” I grind out. “A word.”

Copper’s amusement fades away as he scrutinizes me in that ex-Fed way he’s perfected. Like he can cut me open and find answers if he chooses to. I give him the finger before ignoring him completely.

“If you’re coming to tell me you accidentally killed BP in some kinky-ass sex games,” Koyn drawls out, “I don’t want to hear about it. I’m not dealing with Stormy. You can tell her you fucked her brother to death yourself.”

Nees barks out a laugh from nearby. Before I can retaliate, Katana rests an encouraging hand on my shoulder. All irritation for Nees evaporates in an instant.

“I’ll make sure he’s still alive,” Copper deadpans. “Katana?”

Katana waits for my approval. I give him a clipped nod. Behind me, Nees complains as Copper herds him out of the garage.

Just me and Prez and my fury.

“I want him dead.”

“BP?”

I crack my neck, pinning him with a cool glare. “Fuck off.”

“You’re a real pain in my ass, you know that?” Koyn’s tone is gruff, but there’s a hint of affection beneath it all. It’s a reminder a man, a father, a husband lives inside the crazy fucking Royal Bastard.

“My patience is gone. Fucking gone. I’m going whether you allow me to or not.”

Koyn scowls, the scars on his face pinching at the movement. “Give me a couple of weeks to formulate a plan—”

“Tonight.”

“You’re fucking insane if you think I’m going to go for that.”

“Animal has eyes on that trailer. The only place Night Giant goes is to the local grocery store to buy toilet paper to wipe his ass and food. He’s right there, Prez. I can’t fucking sit still or relax knowing he’s right there within reach.”

He plucks a cigarette from his pack and offers me one as well. My nerves are shot, so a blast of nicotine will certainly take the edge off. We both light up and it isn’t until we’ve taken a couple of drags before he speaks again.

“Tonight, huh?”

“I can be there in a few hours.”

“Not alone.”

“I’ll have Katana.”

Koyn takes another drag and blows out a plume of smoke from his nostrils. “We’ll all go.”

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