Page 252 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Koyn snorts. “Pot calling the kettle black.”

“Loki,” Loki grunts out in greeting. “I’m three seconds from getting head from my woman, so this better be fucking important.”

Koyn smirks. “Yeah. It’s fucking important. Corsetti.”

“What about Corsetti?” Loki spits out. “You find that piece of shit?”

“We did and he’s been eliminated. Messy as fuck too. You’d be proud of Dragon’s handiwork.”

“Then what’s the problem?” he demands.

“The problem is Corsetti was headed to see Night Giant, a fuckface sicko, who now has my brother,” I bite out. “We need everything you have on Victor Knight.”

We’ll be in Memphis in the next half hour and can regroup, but in the meantime, I can gather as much information as I can.

“Goddammit. You’re going to make me put my fucking pants back on,” Loki grumbles. “Birdie, baby, stay here like a good girl until I get back and I’ll let you play in your cage when we get home.”

Cove sucks in a shocked breath behind me. I shoot him a smirk, unable to keep from giving him shit despite my stress levels being through the roof.

“Roch,” Loki bellows. “Dammit, someone find me Roch.”

We hear more grunting, more yelling, and eventually Loki says he’s passing on the phone to someone with more knowledge.

Silence.

“Hello?” Koyn says, an irritated growl rumbling through him. “Did he hang up?”

“No.” Soft, deep. Quiet.

“Roch?”

“Yep.”

“Tell us what you know about Corsetti,” Koyn demands. “It’s fucking important, man.”

More silence.

I’m about to tell this motherfucker to start talking or I’ll gut his ass next, but then Cove climbs halfway over the console to bring his face to the front.

“You don’t like to talk much, eh?” Cove asks, his voice soft and lyrical, reminding me of a sweetly sung song.

“Nope.”

“Didn’t think so,” Cove says with a sigh. “Listen, Roch, we have a problem. Your guy, Corsetti, we took care of him. Dragon gutted him. It was fucking nasty.”

Roch makes a grunt.

“All we got out of him, though, was a name. Victor Knight. You heard of it?”

“Yep.”

“Any other names that might help us?”

“Vaughn.”

“You got a last name?”

“Kingsville.”

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