Page 186 of Outlaws of Tulsa

I scan the crowd looking for Dragon. Still missing.

“These people can’t go back to normal society. Not after this shit,” Koyn grinds out. “Which is why we’re going to help them.Get them back on their feet and then see how shit pans out. Anyone who wants to go home to their families, we’ll get you there. But…”

Dragon had plenty of chances to reunite with his family, but chose to become a Royal Bastard instead, giving up his past and becoming the man he’d been changed into. It wouldn’t be a surprise if many of these people felt the same given the horrors they’ve gone through.

“Jameson and Rage are taking the badly injured with them. Doc here can make sure they’re stable. Scorn will take anyone by plane back to Louisiana. The rest will come with us,” Koyn says. “Those who opt to go back into society, Dan Greene with the FBI will assist in those efforts. Good luck and I’m fucking sorry you people had to go through this shit.”

The crowd breaks up at that point. I want to drag Stormy into my arms and hold her, but she’s still in protective mode over her younger siblings. It isn’t until Bizzy helps the twins into the van that all the fire is snuffed out of my girl. Like a good man, I’m there to gather her in my arms, holding her together.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers as I rub a palm over her flat belly that will soon swell with my child. “I gave you such shit about being dirty. You guys were always good. At least where it counts. I fucked up.”

“Nah, little storm, you just wreaked some havoc just so you could plow right into my arms. I’m not complaining how you got there. Just thanking God that you are.”

She starts to cry and laugh at the same time. “Careful. Gibson will turn those lines into a country song.”

“Damn straight,” Gibson says, grinning our way as he passes. And then the swoony-ass motherfucker sings my lines back to my woman in his voice that apparently makes the Barnyard Belles want to have his baby.

“Go on with your bullshit,” I grumble playfully.

He laughs until Koyn strides up to us. I tense at the unusual expression on his face.

“They got away,” he says, his dark eyes glinting in an evil way.

“Who?”

“Night Giant, Vidal, and Press.” Each name Koyn delivers makes Stormy flinch.

“Press?” she asks.

“Cypress Collins,” I explain, briefing her on this new tidbit, “is a pseudonym for Colin Press.”

“We have to find them,” Stormy whines. “Night Giant will—”

“He won’t,” Koyn assures her. “He won’t touch another hair on Dragon’s goddamn head.”

She relaxes and nods. “Which means you have eyes on them?”

“They’re being followed,” Koyn confirms.

“This wasn’t their only operation,” I say, understanding the point of all this. “They’re going to lead us to the rest.”

“And then what?” Stormy asks.

“Then they’ll get some motherfucking justice the Koynakov way.”

Rather than flinching from his words, she nods. “Good. I hope it hurts.”

It’s morning by the time we roll up to Koyn’s. Stormy slept the whole drive back, pressed to my side. I still can’t figure out who Dragon caught a ride with. I’ll eventually need to get back to my house and to my dogs, but for now, we need to crash soon.

“The clubhouse is good enough to take in some of these people,” Filter says from the front seat. “Gibson, Bizzy, and Nees offered to stay with them and protect them.”

Months ago, I would’ve questioned the abilities of those three, including my son, but not anymore. They’re all capable badass bikers and it makes me proud.

“The twins will come home with us,” I tell them as we climb out. Filter shoots me an annoyed glare but quickly schools it before I can figure why.

“And Erin,” Stormy croaks out sleepily. “She comes with us too.”

“Fine,” Filter grunts. “The other eight can go to the clubhouse. We’ll take care of them.”

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