Page 31 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Relief floods her features. “Good. I…I did not want to deal with that today.”

“How exactly were you planning on dealing with it if it were the truth?” I challenge, curious about this woman.

She plasters on a fake smile. “I’d whip their asses. Now put on something cute and fix your face. Bermuda and I went to the store. Got all kinds of fixins for the Q.”

“Q?”

“Barbeque, baby. Everyone’ll be here. It’s the best part of the month because I’m included and not treated like an outsider.”

“Who is everyone?” My heart rate picks up as I ponder my escape plan. If I can slip into someone else’s car, maybe I can ride on out of here.

“Family and friends. The Tulsa Royal Bastards chapter is small. Probably one of the smallest. Koyn is super fucking paranoid and doesn’t let just anyone patch in. It’s also why this joint’s not overrun by club whores. Not sure why I got the free pass, but I’ll take it.” She waggles her brows. “Must be all the anal.”

I snort. “I wouldn’t brag about that.”

“Why not?” she asks, clearly offended.

“You want them to keep you around because you let Filter put it up your ass?”

She shrugs. “It’s my claim to fame.”

A giggle erupts from me and she smiles happily at my response. “Fine. I’m ready to get out of these clothes anyway. And if I’m going to be a prisoner, at least I can be a hot one.”

“Then, maybe Prez can get laid for once.”

I scowl. “I’m not fucking that psycho. Besides, I remind him of his daughter. That’s what I gathered anyway.”

Her head cocks to the side. “How old are you, hon?”

“Eighteen.”

“Too young, baby.”

“So I’ve been told by Dragon. But don’t worry, I’m not planning on sleeping with anyone, especially Koyn. He’s old.”

Stormy cackles. “Oh my God, bitch, don’t let him hear you say that!”

“He acts like he’s my damn dad, so I’m sure he already knows. How old is he anyway?”

“Late forties, I think.” She stretches out on the bed, her boobs nearly falling out of her tank. “He’s a tough nut to crack. I flirt with him every chance I get. Since Filter doesn’t want to claim me as his old lady, I figure maybe it might do Prez some good to get laid. He never bites, though. Maybe he’ll bite you.” She smirks. “Though that’s kind of a huge age gap and kinda weird.”

I don’t tell her just last night I sucked Magna’s dick and he’s hella old. I’m not a schoolgirl virgin. Age means nothing in the MC world.

“I’m not sleeping with him. Ever.”

“Just swear you won’t bone Bizzy. We so can’t be friends if you have sex with that idiot.”

“I’m not having sex with anyone here.”

“Not even me?” she purrs, waggling her brows.

“Especially not you. I don’t have a dick, anal girl. You’re on your own.”

Her giggles are infectious and I find myself feeling lighter for the first time in a long time, which makes zero sense considering my past twenty-four hours.

Turns out, Stormy isn’t their cook. She just pretends. If anyone is the cook, it’s Bermuda. He knows his way around the kitchen and doesn’t burn, spill, break anything in his path like she does. The girl tries, though.

I like Stormy.

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