Page 160 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Aren’t you perfect?” I croon, peeking my eyes open to admire the dark-haired baby who’s a perfect blend of her parents. “So beautiful.”

Copper crowds me from behind, making my breath catch. “Cute kid.”

His hand brushes over my arm as he reaches to touch Caydence’s hair. Heat from his body burns into my back. I suck in a sharp breath of air. His proximity causes everything around me to blur and numb. I can almost imagine a future with Copper. Just like this but with our own little one. I’m lost in the daydream until I feel a hard stare on me. Lifting my gaze, I find Filter’s hateful glare boring into me from outside as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

My smile fades and a shiver trembles through me. Copper’s hand curls around my hip, clutching me in a possessive way.

“Ignore his broody ass,” Copper growls, offering Filter his middle finger. “He should have stayed in his fucking room if he was going to be a dick.”

I turn away from the window so I can face Copper. “I’m okay. Grab a plate before Bizzy eats it all.”

“Fuck all the way to hell, Stormy,” Bizzy hollers, precariously balancing two plates in one hand while he fishes out a roll from the breadbasket.

“I’ll make you a plate,” Copper says to me before joining the chaotic fray of bikers horsing around in the kitchen.

I smile, but it fades when the cool November air rushes in, bringing Koyn and Filter in with it. Filter walks over to me, standing too close for comfort, the scent of cigarettes wafting around me.

“They might have forgiven you,” he murmurs, “but they’ll never forget the bitch who betrayed them.”

“Filter…” I trail off and sneak a glance at him. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

He lets out a derisive snort. “Your sorry doesn’t mean shit. Tell me, Stormy, how long did it take before you were spreading your legs for Copper? What’s your end game now? I can’t wait to see how it all plays out. Poor fucking Copper is going to get a taste firsthand of your deceit.”

“Fuck off,” I bite out, glaring at him. “You don’t know shit.”

Filter opens his mouth to say something, but Caydence starts to cry. Koyn rushes over like a dark superhero and rescues her from my arms. I’m left alone with the villain.

“You’ll betray him because that’s what you do. You betray everyone. And I’ll be the first one in line to say I fucking told you so,” Filter sneers. “Hell, I might even beat him in line to finally end your miserable existence.”

I smack him across his face. “Threaten me again and I’ll cut your balls off.”

A strong arm curls around me and pulls me into a solid, familiar chest. “You got a problem with my ol’ lady, VP?”

The room goes completely silent. Shit. Copper just announced to the whole damn room I’m his. Not his captive, but his ol’ lady.

“I fucking knew it,” Filter spits out, his eyes flashing with disgust. “From one bed into another.”

“Keep talking shit about her and I’m going to beat your pretty face in,” Copper growls from behind me. “That is the last warning you’ll get.”

Koyn walks over and clutches Filter’s shoulder. “You know the rules, man. We follow a code for a reason.”

Filter’s face flashes with fury, but he gives Koyn a clipped nod. As soon as he walks away, my shoulders relax.

“For the record,” Koyn grumbles, keeping his voice low. “You two are fucking obvious. Don’t know who you were trying to fool.”

“Wasn’t trying to fool anyone,” Copper bites back. “I figured you put two and two together when I patched in.”

Koyn sighs. “I put two and two together when you savedAgent Gale’sass that night.”

“We weren’t a thing then,” I rush out, quick to defend Copper. The last thing I want is Koyn thinking his brother betrayed him too. “It just sort of happened.”

Koyn shakes his head and then bends to kiss his baby’s head. “You were a thing then. Neither of you saw it, though.”

He walks away, leaving me dumbfounded. When Copper pulls me into his arms, I tense up, my eyes automatically searching for Filter’s angry glare. All I see is a loving biker family that I’ve somehow weaseled myself back into. I relax in Copper’s embrace and put on my proverbial big girl panties.

We’re a couple.

And there’s nothing they can do about it.

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