Page 169 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“We’re going to get them,” I assure him. “We fucking will.”

Bermuda relaxes slightly. “Damn right.”

Blake stalks ahead of me with Hansel in his arms. “We’ll put them in the cab. I can sit with them while you drive,” he tells Bermuda. “Dad, you need to stay here and find those fuckers. We’ll take care of the dogs.”

As much as I want to go and make sure they’re okay, I know he’s right.

“Thanks, Son,” I grunt out as I pass Gretel to him once he’s situated in the truck. “Keep me posted.”

I give Bermuda a nod and then trot back into the house. Voices can be heard in the guest room. I follow the sound to find Filter and Payne carrying Katana.

“Before we left, I called Animal. They’ve got a doctor there with them. She’s discreet. We just need to keep him stable until she gets here,” Koyn says to me. “Grab some towels and whatever else you can find to help staunch the bleeding.”

Rushing from the room, I head to my bedroom. Stormy’s clothes she was wearing earlier are littered on the floor and her phone sits on the bed. Sickness roils in my gut. Did they strip her? Did they rape her? Did they beat her?

I suddenly understand the blinding rage Koyn always felt after what happened to his wife and daughter eleven years ago. The very thought of something like that happening to Stormy makes me want to torch the whole fucking world.

Tearing my gaze from her clothes, I force myself to head into the bathroom to grab the shit Koyn needs. I’m bent over, grabbing out towels, when something catches my eye.

A pregnancy test.

No.

Pain slices through my chest like a gnarly knife, cutting out my heart in one go. I rise to my feet and force myself to look at the results.

Pregnant.

My fucking girl is pregnant.

And they took her.

I let loose a furious growl, slamming my fist into the mirror. It shatters into a million pieces. Pain lances across my knuckles. Blood pours down my fingers, splattering all over the countertop.

“What is it?” Koyn demands, stalking into the bathroom. “Way to go, man. You fucked up your hand.”

I flex my fingers and make a fist. My fingers will be fine. My heart…not so much. Clenching my eyes closed, I let loose a ragged sigh. An ache forms inside my chest and won’t subside.

“Fuck,” Koyn hisses upon seeing the pregnancy test. “You knocked Stormy up?”

Emotion burns in my throat and I nod, finally meeting his stare. “We have to find them.”

“We will,” he assures me. “Fuck.” He takes a steadying breath. “Get your hand cleaned up and then get in there. We’ll brainstorm and keep an eye on Katana.”

After he leaves with the towels and supplies for Katana, I run my hand under the sink to rinse the blood off. Only hours ago, I made love to Stormy. Not just fucked her. Our bodies made fucking promises that Vidal and Collins are trying to break.

Images of a blond-haired, blue-eyed baby squirming in my arms is almost too much to bear. Stormy may have made lots of mistakes in her life, but she got her shit together with me. All she wants is to be loved and happy. I could give her that. Iwasgiving her that until these motherfuckers stormed into our life and ruined it. So help me, if they hurt her or my baby, I will lose my fucking mind.

I dig around in the cabinet until I find some more gauze. After wrapping my fingers, I exit the bathroom. Stormy’s phone is still on the bed. I pick it up and turn to the last picture she took. It’s a selfie of us from the night before. Love shines in her eyes and her plump lips are quirked in a teasing smile. I don’t even remember what she was giving me shit about, but she was amused.

Fuck, I miss her.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I shove hers in my pocket and grab mine, hoping it’s Dan with information on their whereabouts. Instead, I see that it’s Blake.

Blake: Mom met me up here. Dr. Sanchez just took them both back. She said Gretel is going to need surgery, but she’s stable.

At least there’s some good news.

Me: Let me know once they’re good. Krista can stay with them for us. We’re going to need all hands on deck so as soon as you guys can, get back over here.

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