Page 261 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Anything you want me to say to her?” I ask, my voice soft. “Anything you want me to ask?”

Dragon jerks his head to look at me over his shoulder. He sweeps his intense green eyes over my outfit. I feel like a doll dressed up and expected to perform. My hair looks stupid, but Dragon fixed it and said it’ll work for today, so I have to trust him.

“No,” he grinds out.

“Don’t you want her to know you’re alive and well?” Nees asks, uncertainty making him trail off.

Dragon’s body tenses. “I said no.”

“Okayyyy,” Nees drawls out. “Whatever, man.”

Filter lets out a sharp whistle. “This neighborhood?”

“Yep,” Dragon bites out. “Got a problem?”

“Nope,” Filter mutters. “Just didn’t realize how loaded your family was.”

Dragon ignores him, gesturing with small flicks of his wrist each time he needs to make a turn. “Stop here.”

Filter pulls up to a massive home with a sprawling yard. Behind it, you can see a golf course that spans for as far as the eye can see. This house puts Koyn’s big-ass mansion to shame. The yard is neat and beautifully landscaped. There’s no white picket fence signifying the traditional American dream, but it’s probably against the homeowner association’s code or some shit.

While we got ready earlier, Dragon filled us in on details about his family. A lot was recent stuff, which means he regularly checks in on them. He revealed countless facts like it wasn’t all obtained by stalking his family.

It’s sad.

Heartbreaking really.

“Don’t curse in front of my mother,” Dragon says to Nees. “I’ll throat punch you if you do.”

Nees groans, absently rubbing his neck. “Dude. Chill. It’ll be fine.”

“Don’t try to fuck her either,” Dragon snaps. “That’ll get you worse than a throat punch.”

“Duly noted,” Nees mutters as he climbs out.

Before I can follow him out, Dragon reaches back, grabbing my arm to stop me. Our eyes meet and his flicker with brief pain that nearly knocks the breath out of me.

“Find out all you can,” he says, voice low and pleading. “We have to find him.”

Leaning forward, I peck his lips, hoping to convey that I’ve got this. We’ll find Mitch. That’s a promise. He releases me with a nod and I slide out of the vehicle. Together, Nees and I walk up to the stately home.

Nees knocks on the door. I shove my hands in my pockets, unsure what to do with them. A few minutes later, the door opens. My eyes widen briefly as I take in the woman standing before us.

Beautiful.

Not just beautiful, but ridiculously gorgeous.

She has the same intense green eyes as her son. Same nearly black hair. Same high cheekbones and height. With her heels, she’s every bit as tall as Dragon. Even her mouth is the same, though her smile is friendly and I’ve never seen Dragon’s lips behave in a friendly way.

“May I help you?” she asks in greeting, her smile strained.

“We came to see Mitch,” Nees says, lifting his chin. “Is he here?”

Her lips press into a firm line and her gaze hardens. “I’m sorry, but he’s not.”

“Where can we find him?” Nees persists.

“I apologize, but I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Lindsay Thomas. How do you know Mitch?”

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