Page 200 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Night Giant won’t ever get the opportunity to touch me again.

He might still walk the streets, but one day soon, I’ll make him pay. I want it to be perfect. The monster doesn’t know he’s going to be in my biggest show yet.

I’m the fucking star.

He created me, so it’s only right he gets to see the final production. To be a leading role, this time inmyshow. I’ll make sure he feels every single ounce of pain and shame he caused me since I was just sixteen years old.

My chest aches when I think back to that day I was so brutally stolen from my life. Sometimes, Mom’s face enters my dreams. Sometimes it’s Dad. The only time tears fall is when I think aboutthem.

My brothers.

I try not to check in on them, but it’s my guilty pleasure. Seeing my three younger brothers grow into brilliant, successful young men gives me a sliver of peace. I doubt I’ll ever show my face to them again, yet seeing them feels like I can steal tiny memories of a past that was once good.

Katana, sensing my dark mood, crowds closer. If it weren’t for him saving my ass over a decade ago that night in the dumpster in Memphis when I was a traumatized eighteen-year-old, I would’ve probably ended up right back with Night Giant. I owe Katana my life. I owe him everything. He might have divulged to Koyn and the others my past, but it was only because he wanted to save us. I’ve forgiven him for it.

“It’s a wedding, dumbass. Put your phone away,” Stormy gripes, her pregnant ass trying and failing to steal my phone.

“Your hillbilly wedding’s over. You did the duck walk in your pretty white dress and ate cake. Leave me alone.”

She rolls her eyes that are painted heavily with mascara. Her stomach is fucking huge. Won’t be long and we’ll be adding another kid to this crew.

“I don’t walk like a duck,” she argues. “Dickhead.”

I smirk because she so does walk like a duck. “When are we having real food? I’m fucking starving.”

“Bermuda is barbequing chicken. God bless that hot boy’s heart.” She winks at me, the jagged scar I gave her stretching as she smiles. “Save me some drumsticks or so help me there’ll be hell to pay.” She smacks my stomach, nailing me with her big-ass ring.

“Why are pregnant women so bitchy?” I mutter to Katana as she walks away.

She flips me off and he shrugs.

My grin fades away when I seehim. Baby Prospect. Standing at the edge of the woods, just beyond where we held the wedding, his hands stuffed in his jeans’ pockets, frowning atthe ground like it personally wronged him. For a soft fucker, he pouts like a big-ass prick like Koyn. Must’ve got that attitude of his from his bitchy big sister.

One of the other guests, a Fed named Nick Carmichael who Copper is buddies with, walks over to Cove. Cove’s body tenses as the man speaks to him. Too close. Katana touches my back, dousing the sudden roaring raging fire inside me.

“What?” I grumble.

“I don’t like that guy,” he mutters.

They’re the only words of confirmation I need before I’m flipping open my knife and stalking over to the two men. Nick sees me first, his eyes widening in fear. He holds his hands up in a placating way. When Cove sees me, his blue eyes flash with anger.

Toward me.

Fuck you, Baby Prospect.

“Time to go, Robin,” I snap, putting my body between Nick and Cove. I glower down at the shorter male version of Stormy. “Now.”

Fury explodes from him and he fucking shoves me.

Me!

“Go to hell, Dragon. You’re not my boss.”

My dick twitches at the thought of teaching him a fucking lesson or two.

“You’ll do as I say, Baby Prospect, because you have to. Let’s go.”

“And if I don’t?” he challenges, glowering up at me. “What then? Gonna tell Daddy?”

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