Page 220 of Outlaws of Tulsa

With a thunderous growl, I grab the fucker by his douchebag hairdo, jerking him to the ground. Too effortlessly, I straddle him and rain punches down on his pretty face.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

Blood bursts from his nose and his lip splits.

Slam. Slam. Slam.

“Dragon!”

Cove’s voice breaks through my furious haze. My chest heaves, but I cease my punching. I glower down at the groaning fucker I have pinned to the ground.

“Prez wants him in one piece,” Cove says, his voice soft and so fucking gentle it feels like a breeze on my skin or a feather teasing down my spine. “Dragon, we need to get him to Copper’s truck.”

Finally, I lift my chin to find Cove squatted in front of me. Blue eyes glint in the moonlight like sapphires or a shimmery surface of a lake at night. Our eyes lock. His brows are furrowed as he studies me with intense scrutiny. I take a moment toappreciate all his angelic features from the silky blond hair on his head to the pillowy pink lips that are his mouth.

“I had it handled.” His words are still a whisper, but there’s a dry, sarcastic tone to them that makes my dick twitch.

“I handled it better.”

“Fuck off, man.” His lips curl into a sardonic grin. “Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here and back home. This city is a shithole.”

His smile feels like a victory for a game I didn’t realize I was competing in.

Still feels pretty damn good to win, though.

Cove

“You’re quiet,” Nees says from the driver’s seat. “More so than usual.”

I peel my stare from the mirror where I’ve been watching Katana and Dragon as they follow behind us on their bikes, their headlights side by side and could almost be confused with a car instead.

“Just tired.”

“And I bet your titties hurt like a bitch, huh?”

A laugh barks out of me. “Thanks for the reminder.”

He chuckles. “Maybe I should get my nipples pierced too. You think Calla would want to have my babies then?”

This dickhead is always joking about my sister. Where I’m amused by it, it pisses Stormy off something fierce. She says it’ll be incest if they hook up, which of course it won’t be, but it’s hilarious seeing Nees turn green whenever she mentions it.

“You’re going to have to get your dick pierced too if you think you’re going to compete with Filter.” I shrug, ignoring the muffled groans from our captive, who’s hog-tied and gagged in the back seat. “I’m pretty sure you’ll need dick enlargement surgery too.”

“Man, fuck Filter’s linebacker ass,” Nees grumbles. “Seriously, though. He wouldn’t hook up with my baby mama because Stormy would kill him.”

“If Stormy heard you call our sister your baby mama, she would killyou.”

“The only reason Filter even looks at Calla is because she’s a spittin’ image of Stormy. Besides, he’s too much of a pussy to do anything about it.”

“So are you.”

“I’m wearing her down,” Nees argues. “I ask her out on a date every time I see her.”

“She thinks you’re joking. Maybe don’t grin like a fucking idiot when you ask next time.”

“Is this your official blessing? Because, if so, I can work on Stormy’s approval. She likes me. I’ll bribe her with cherry limeades from Sonic and babysitting duty.”

“My blessing is irrelevant. You have to get past Filter. Have you seen the way he looks at her? Next time, instead of sucking up to my big sister, actually look at Filter when Calla’s in the same room as him.”

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