Page 63 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Stop.”

“I won’t. You need to hear this.”

“Don’t go fucking badass cop on me now, Jeremy. You know everything I’ve done—everything you’ve done. We’ve been in this together. This whole time.”

He sighs heavily. “We’re still in it together, man. I’m not leaving your ass. Nor will I ever. You can keep the girl and fuck her forever if that’s what makes you fucking happy.” He clutches my shoulder. “But you’re blinded by her. She makes you weak.”

I pull away from his grasp. “It’s why I’m sending her home to her dad. He’s legit?”

Copper nods. “I checked him over. Marron Genworth. He runs Genworth Enterprises. Billion-dollar company. Dude’s loaded. There was a missing person report filed for Nicolette Genworth. The files claim the man was distraught. He lost his wife to an overdose, so his daughter was all he had.”

“Hadley’s just a made-up name?”

“Nah, it’s her middle name.” He holds out his hand and I pass him my cigarette. After he takes a drag, he hands it back. “Genworth lives in a fucking fortress.”

I lived in one too and my family was still taken from me.

“Hmm,” is all I say, unconvinced.

“Private security team. Pays more for them than the White House pays for the Secret Service. She’ll be safe there.”

“Any word on Putnam?”

“Not yet, but I’ve been checking for any local chatter about bikers. Putnam lives by violence, so wherever he goes, he will cause a stir. We’ll catch him,” he assures me.

I take another hard suck off my cigarette before tossing it down and stubbing it out. “How’d Stormy know your name?”

He stiffens. “I don’t fucking know. I’m going to find out.”

“Where is she?”

“Filter took her to their room and they’ve been up there ever since.”

Filter will take care of it. He’s loyal to me, not some nosy club whore. I knew she was always listening in.

“Since you’re awake, grab a coffee and let’s do this shit.”

“Now? How are we getting her there?”

“I slipped her some shit to knock her ass out for hours.”

His lips press together in a disapproving frown, but he nods. “Give me five.”

Daylight breaks when the GPS takes us down a long road toward Genworth’s palace. I don’t say palace fucking lightly. It’s ten times bigger than my massive estate ten years ago. The guy’s a billionaire, so it’s no surprise. The gate is huge and heavily fortified with armed guards. Knowing she’ll be safe has me relaxing. I cast a quick glance into the back seat. She sleeps heavily still. I’d thrown on one of my hoodies and sweatpants on her sleeping body. The clothes swallow her, but it makes me feel good knowing she’ll be leaving covered from head to toe in me.

“Can I help you?” the voice on the intercom says in an unfriendly tone.

“Here to see Genworth.”

“You’ll have to book an appointment with his secretary during normal business hours.”

“I have Nicolette. I’m delivering her to him. Let me fucking through or I’ll turn my ass around and keep her.”

He doesn’t respond.

For five long minutes, we don’t get a response. Still, we wait.

The gate opens and Copper gives me a wary look.

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