Page 28 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“All yours, Prez. All fucking yours.”

Satisfaction slides through my veins.

Until we find her real daddy, sheismine.

Clouds darken the sky, warning of nasty storms, but I’m not worried. We’re pulling up to my compound and soon we’ll be safe from the rain. The drive up my gravel road is long. I love being nestled in the woods away from everyone. One day, it’s our hope to grow our chapter to fifty or sixty good, loyal brothers.Right now, there are ten of us. Not many compared to others like Animal’s chapter. But that’s okay. When I took on this gig, it was because I had a plan. I wanted nothing but loyalty, even if I had to breed it myself. Never again would I be caught with my pants down. I’m always prepared, and my brothers have my back, even if some of them can be total shitheads.

When I built my massive home, I did so considering the future of my MC. It’s built much like a hotel—plenty of suite-like bedrooms and lots of gathering rooms. We drink and cause a ruckus like the rest of the bikers out there, but we do so in style. Our beer is craft and local, none of this cheap QuikTrip shit. The place smells like motherfucking oranges thanks to Stormy’s wickless candle crap she spreads around the house. And we have a pool. Whenever we visit the other clubhouses, I see it in my guys’ eyes. They’re fuckin’ snobs just like me. I’ve given them a silver spoon and they won’t eat with anything else. The MC gives them a brotherhood, and I give them everything else.

I pull Dragon’s hog into the garage beside mine and then shut off the engine. The sound is deafening, echoing off the concrete as all the guys pull in around me. I pat Hadley’s thigh, indicating for her to get off the bike. Once she’s standing beside me, I climb off and then grab her wrist.

“I’ll show you to your room where you’ll stay until we find your dad,” I grunt over the loud sounds of motors running.

She follows me inside. There’s a pep in her step that instills an inkling of satisfaction inside me. I’m sure a place like this is much different than what she was used to. Putnam’s clubhouse reeked of piss and stale old biker balls. We did the state of Arkansas a service by burning that shit to the ground.

“You’re back—oh!” Stormy rounds the corner, her tits all but spilling out of her top, with a shocked look on her face. “Who’s this?”

“Hadley, meet Stormy. She’s the cook.”

I smirk when Stormy’s lip curls up and her eyes flare with anger. “I’m Filter’s girlfriend,” she bites out. “And you’re…”

“Just Hadley.”

I shrug off Stormy’s confused look and then set to showing Hadley all the rooms in the house. It smells like motherfucking apple pie today and fuck if that doesn’t make me smile. This home is my sanctuary. My fucking peace in a violent and emotionally painful life I’ve been forced to live for the last decade.

At the end of the hall between my room and Filter’s is an empty room. It’s smaller than the others but has a great view of Keystone Lake. Stormy didn’t want it because she wanted to shack up with Filter. I think she just wanted more room for all her clothes and makeup and shit.

“This is you,” I say, rapping my knuckles on the open door.

“Until when?”

I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the doorframe. “That’s up to you, little girl. You could help me out here.”

Her eyes narrow.

“Or,” I grunt, “you could continue to be a stubborn bitch. Just know the only person you’re punishing is yourself.” I smirk at her. “I’m well versed in dealing with a teenage brat. You, on the other hand, look as though you haven’t been daddied properly in quite some time.”

With a hateful glare, she stomps past me and slams the bedroom door in my face. My palm itches to waltz right in there after her and spank her disobedient ass. I’ll have that girl straightened out in a week.

“I don’t tolerate disrespect around here,” I growl through the door. “That’s your one and only warning. You pull that shit again and I’ll take my belt to you.”

Silence.

Good. She heard me loud and clear.

I leave the girl be and go find Payne. He’s in his room, taking apart his Glock.

“You headed to the gate?”

Sure, we have cameras and security, but Payne likes to stay on the gate as often as possible just in case. He’s a paranoid motherfucker.

“Unless you need me around here,” he grunts.

“I do.”

He frowns, his brows curling together in a villainous way. “Yeah, Prez. Whatdya need?”

“The girl. Hadley. I can’t fucking babysit her while I deal with Putnam shit. As soon as we can return her, we will. In the interim, I need someone to shadow her.”

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