Page 96 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Mine.

She’s mine.

She and our baby.

Nothing can change that. Not anymore.

Dragon and Filter this time drag the chair of the near dead Genworth over to the fire. Putnam is charred and smoking. They place Genworth right beside him so he can burn alive for whatever moments remain in his ridiculous life. As he dies, a peace washes over me.

Fucking finally.

And then all hell breaks loose when Stormy bursts into the slaughterhouse.

“FBI! Nobody move!”

Hadley

Isit up on my elbow and stare in confusion. Standing in the doorway with her gun drawn and two people with her, Stormy glares at Koyn, who’s still lying beside me.

It feels like only a bit ago, she was in the kitchen with me. Bermuda made me a sandwich, and then he took me upstairs. She must have slipped away sometime after that.

“Stormy?” I croak.

“Agent Brenda Gale,” Stormy says in a fierce tone. “Everyone on their knees, hands behind their backs. Hadley, honey, I need you to make your way over here.”

Koyn’s arm tightens around me. “Agent Gale,” Koyn barks out. “Hadley stays with me.” I can feel murderous rage rippling from him as hot as the fire from where two bodies cook. “Run along, Stormy, before I sic Filter on you.”

“No,” Stormy says sharply, her gaze hardening. “I thought I could do this, but I can’t watch you ruin this girl. You’ll kill her.” She lifts her chin. “She’s pregnant with your kid, but that doesn’t mean her life needs to end.”

“What do you want from me?” Koyn demands. “Spit it the fuck out. You take Hadley and I’ll find a way to take her back. You know this.”

“I want you to go to prison where you belong,” Stormy barks back.

Koyn slowly stands, pulling me up with him. Probably wise putting me between him and the undercover agent considering I’m the one she’s trying to save.

“Where’s your backup?” Koyn asks. “Just these two?”

“It’ll be enough until the rest arrive,” she says, false confidence in her tone.

“Hmm,” is all he says in return.

“Please don’t kill her,” I whisper.

“Why are you investigating me, Stormy?” Koyn demands, ignoring my words. “Why can’t you leave it well enough alone?”

Movement catches my eye. Filter steps forward, anger burning from him.

“You fucking played me, Stormy? Why?”

Her lips press together. She won’t look at him. Her eyes are trained on me.

“It’s my job,” she yells out. “You were the closest I could get.”

“But why do you want Koyn?”

“Not Koyn—” she starts and gets cut off by two deafening shots.

Bang. Bang.

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