Page 70 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Why in the fuck does Genworth have all this shit on my family?

Tears burn my eyes as I stare at my daughter. So innocent and young. She didn’t fucking deserve to die. I choke on a sob, grief threatening to suffocate me, and drag every goddamn file off his network. I don’t just copy. I take. I take what’s mine. I replace the file with a dummy one encrypted with a virus that will blow his shit up if he even thinks of trying to open it. Once I have it off his network, I start combing through the entire folder. There are recordings of Genworth and Putnam. Plans. All it takes is one listen to the first recording to learn that Genworth hired Putnam to kill me and my family.

They failed at taking me, but they took my girls.

This motherfucker was instrumental in destroying my fucking soul, and I turned around and handed his baby girl back to him like it was the honorable goddamn thing to do.

Rage billows up inside me. Black. Thick. Toxic. I want to get my hands around the throats of every motherfucker who was a part of this.

Why?

How in the fuck did these two assholes get together in the first place?

I dig until I find something that Halo had been sniffing out, but just hadn’t arrived there yet. Weapons across the border. I remember back to what Copper had said.

“Firms kind of like the one you owned. Those private contractors had gigs with the NSA and were basically selling smuggled weapons back to the government at astronomical prices. All in the name of national defense.”

Genworth was a private contractor.

This was their one gig with the NSA.

Until I was out of the picture.

It smacks me right in the fucking face. I was Genworth’s competition. He wanted me gone so he could steamroll through and get all the contracts. Greedy fucking asshole.

He’s going to pay.

Holy shit, he’s going to pay.

I spend the next three hours creating a web only I can walk on and then keep the string tucked away for later.

But now?

Now I make a plan to take his most valuable asset.

His daughter.

It’s only fair since he fucking took mine.

It’s conveniently Church night, not that it would have mattered. I was going to call a big ass meeting regardless. Even Copper was allowed in on this meeting, despite not being patched in, because this was bigger than the Royal Bastards.

This was revenge.

Something we’ve all been thirsting for since the day I met each of them.

“So what’s the plan?” Halo asks, frowning more than usual.

He’s pissed. They’re all pissed. We delivered Genworth’s prized possession right to him. Fucker probably laughed his goddamn face off. She’s been back home with her daddy for two months, living the pampered life, all while he celebrates at having pulled a fast one on us. It explains why he seemed afraid to see me and then surprised when I handed her back. Healso must think that with an army of security guys and cameras galore, he’s safe.

He will never be safe.

I’m coming.

But not for him. Not yet. Not until I make him suffer. Make him feel one fraction of how I felt all those years ago.

“We’re going to take his daughter,” I grind out, crossing my arms over my chest.

Copper scowls because he fucking knows me.

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