Page 15 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Pussy magnet.

The fucker will charm his way into the pants of any woman.

“And who are you to go see when you get there?” My blood is boiling with the need to maim—destroy—kill.

“Magna. Milk’s daddy.”

No fucking way.

I’m about to explode with the information, desperate to hop on my bike and haul ass to Little Rock so I can put the bullet in Putnam’s—or Magna’s—skull tonight. But I have to be smart about this. I need Alec Walker.

“Guns. Load up Copper’s truck. He and I’ll ride together with the weapons. I want the rest of you following on your bikes. We’re going to see Alec first.” I scrub my palm down my face as we stand, thrumming with pent-up energy.

“The Animal? That Alec?” Halo asks, his brows lifted.

“We need backup. He’ll know the area and he’s a ruthless fucker. We’ll need his local connections so this shit doesn’t hit the news. I’m going to blow them all the fuck up. Magna will watch his son die like I watched Blaire die.”

All three guys hang their heads, no doubt feeling my pain.

“I want to leave by seven. This shit ends tonight.”

After they leave, I dial my buddy Alec. I met him at a bar passing through one day. He’s a fucking psycho, but these days, who isn’t? He picks up on the third ring.

“I’m going to kill Magna and every motherfucker in that club,” I blurt out in way of greeting. “You with me or not?”

He chuckles. “My man Koyn. Good talking to you, brother. Let’s see…Magna beat the shit out of my friend’s little sister and put her in the hospital last month. No proof, but her word’s good enough for me. I’ve been looking for a way to bury that motherfucker that won’t land me in the pen.”

“My brother’s a Fed. Ain’t nobody getting locked up over that piece of shit. You feel me?”

“Hell yeah.”

“We’re headed your way. Give me four and a half hours.”

“See you soon, man. About time we take out the motherfucking trash around here.”

Hadley

Igrab the first beer I find and chug it down, blinking back the tears in my eyes. My throat is raw, but worse yet, I can still taste his pungent, salty seed. I just sucked off Skunk. The crazy-ass prez around here. I fucking hate Magna.

Casting a glance over my shoulder, I’m thankful to see he’s got his fingers in some club bitch who seems to be enjoying his company. He’s a filthy bastard. I straighten my spine, thankful I didn’t have to fuck him, and head for the back of the bar. I’m feeling emotionally brittle and used, but I’ve made it this far. I won’t stop now.

Moans resound from behind a door that leads to a storage room. The hairs rise on my arms. Hurt, unimaginable hurt, slices through me. Milk gave me my first kiss when I was a few days from turning thirteen. I’ve been in love with the sixteen-year-old boy ever since. He’s been my first everything. Took my virginity on my trampoline under the stars when I was almost fifteen. Milk is the only man I’ve even thought about fucking around with.

But I’ve sucked his dad’s dick.

His jizz that I was forced to swallow churns with the warm beer in my stomach. I want to puke my guts up. After. First, I need to rip every hair off Juicy’s nappy head. I suck in a breath, preparing myself for the scene that will rip my heart out.

Just go.

Get it over with.

I push into the storage room in time to see Milk driving into Juicy from behind. Like he wasn’t just inside me an hour ago.

“You asshole,” I choke out, grabbing the first thing I see. A can of green beans. “You fucking asshole!”

The green bean can sails past him and hits the floor. It’s then he realizes I’m standing there watching him fuck that slut bag. I snag another can of food, lobbing it at her head. She screams when it hits her right on the cheek, splitting the skin.

“What the fuck, Hadley?” he roars as he pulls out of her and yanks up his jeans.

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