Page 90 of Outlaws of Tulsa

He drew blood. Took that forbidden bite. Sank his teeth into my soul. Devoured all the good, innocent parts left inside of me until I knew I had to get away or I’d end up just like her.

So I ran.

Straight to Junior and Magna.

To safety.

A choked sob escapes my throat. It’s then I realize the room has long since emptied and Koyn holds me against his chest, stroking his fingers through my hair. He’s supposed to be my enemy because he hates my dad, but he’s the safest haven I’ve ever known.

“I’m scared,” I whisper tearfully, clutching his leather cut. “I’m so fucking scared, Koyn.”

Same words I’d muttered late at night to Junior. Words he never understood. He thought I was scared of leaving the MC life with him and getting pulled back home to my rich girl life. He didn’t knowwhoI was afraid of. He didn’t understand.

I’ve told Koyn nothing, but something shifts in the air.

I can almost taste it.

Knowledge. Understanding.

His possessive palm clutches my hip and he nuzzles his nose in my hair. “I’m going to ruin him,” Koyn murmurs, violence dripping in his words. “I’m sorry.”

He knows and yet his revenge is still the most important thing to him.

He’s sorry he’s going to ruinhim.

Because that means ruiningme.

Koyn

The whole house goes dark.

One moment I’m holding a shivering, silently crying angel, and the next, we’re bathed in darkness. Several of the guys hoot out somewhere within the house. I can hear Stormy bitching in the kitchen.

“Oh no,” Hadley whines.

Yes.

He’s here.

Her fucking father.

I almost laugh trying to imagine the victorious look on his face. He’s somewhere nearby because no matter how good he is, he can only do what I allow him to do. And in this instance, it requires him to be within a certain distance. The motherfucker wanted to take me out because he knew he’d never be as good as me. Nothing’s changed. Same shit, different day.

Now he’s here.

Walking right into the trap I laid.

He thinks he’s the master of our fucking universe.

Someone should tell him he’s only a puppet on strings—strings I’m going to strangle him with.

“Koyn.”

Hadley’s worried voice does something to me. Plucks me out of the vortex of mindless revenge and forces me to face thepresent. For so long, all I’ve thought about was the past and what happened.

Then she happened.

Present.

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