Page 167 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Nooooo!” I scream, kicking out trying to free myself.

The man drags me through the house and out the front door. Cold November wind assaults us, nearly knocking him over. We pass a vehicle where the men were supposed to be watching us. Two bodies slumped over, bullet holes in their heads.

Oh God.

A van drives up to us and a couple more guys rush over to us. They work together to bind my wrists and ankles, finally slapping duct tape over my mouth. I feel helpless when they dump me in the back of the van. Moments later, my sister is dropped beside me. Her eyes are rolled back in her head. I don’t know if they hurt her or if she passed out from fear. Either way, I feel like a failure for being unable to protect her. My sob makes it hard to breathe, so I do my best to calm down. Seconds later, another body is dumped in and then the doors slam shut. I wriggle around to face a dazed Dragon. Blood rushes from a wound on his forehead.

“We got all three,” a voice says from the front seat. “On our way.”

As soon as Dragon makes sense of his surroundings, his eyes glass over and he whimpers. Dragon the psychopath whimpers. This is so bad.

I try my best to calm him, keeping my eyes locked on his.We’re going to get through this. Don’t panic. Everything’s going to be okay. Stay calm. Eyes on me.

With a shuddering breath, Dragon clamps his eyes closed. The moment I see a tear leak out of the corner of one of his eyes and roll over the bridge of his nose, I’m the one who whimpers this time.

We are so fucked.

So. Fucked.

Copper

“Shell companies,” I tell Dan over the phone as Koyn taps away on his computer. “I got to thinking about it on the way here. Stormy said—”

“Who?” Dan interrupts.

“Agent Gale. Her nickname is Stormy,” I grunt before continuing. “She mentioned before that the building was generic. The business name was generic. He was doing business right under our noses here in Tulsa. Watcher’s Group was obviously a shell company. If I knew what fucking city they were operating in right now, we could start there and compile a list of all the businesses, pull aside the ones that sound like shell companies.”

“We know they’ve operated in at least Houston, Tulsa, and Memphis. Perhaps even Fayetteville assuming they weren’t there just for the purpose of grabbing the Gale twins.”

Dan continues to brainstorm, but my attention is now on Koyn, who’s on the phone. His face pales before a murderous expression crosses over his features.

“Shit, Dan, I’ve got to go,” I blurt out before ending the call and growling at my brother. “What is it?”

“We’re on our way,” Koyn barks as he stands. Then, to me, he says, “They took them.”

“Who took who?” My blood runs cold.

For a brief moment, Koyn seems distraught. Completely at a loss as to what to do. He’s a man who leads without question, so this has my heart in my throat because I know I’m not going to like what he has to say.

“Vidal and Collins.” He scrubs a shaking hand over his face. “They’ve got the girls and Dragon.”

I’m out of my chair in the next second, a full-on run out of Koyn’s office. He hollers after me, but I don’t have time to wait.

They’ve got Stormy.

Fuck.

I’ve barely made it to my truck when Koyn stops me with a loud whistle.

“Hold the fuck on. Filter and Payne ran to grab some guns. We’ll load them in the truck and head out there.”

I give him a clipped nod and climb into the truck, starting it up. Koyn disappears and a few minutes later, the three of them run my way, strapped with weapons. Once they’re inside, I peel out like a bat out of hell.

“The other guys are going to stay here with Hadley and Caydence,” Koyn grunts out. “We don’t know if those motherfuckers will come here next, but I have them keeping guard. Bermuda and Nees are right behind us.”

I beat my fist on the steering wheel, letting loose a string of curse words. “This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have left them.”

Payne grips my shoulder from behind me. “You thought they were safe. Don’t put this blame on yourself.”

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