Page 37 of Outlaws of Tulsa

There’s a scuffle of grunts and groans before I’m being dragged away by Payne. Halo helps Filter up off the ground, shooting me a penetrating glare. And Bermuda…I’m going to kill him.

Hadley is on her feet and Bermuda has her in a protective embrace.

I charge, hell-bent on ripping him away from her, but Payne yanks me back.

“Get her to her room,” Filter instructs. “Prez has had a little too much to drink. Get him some fucking water, Payne.”

I watch as Bermuda guides her back to the house. She looks over her shoulder at me, her features pinched. Payne slaps my cheek just hard enough to get my attention. I turn my angry glare on him.

“Water, Prez. Get some fucking water before you do something you regret.”

I regret letting that fucker walk away with my little girl.

Hadley

Iwake with him inside me. Him. Oh God. What is happening? I sob, confused and betrayed, but then his mouth is covering mine. Silencing me. Poisoning me. My world darkens as I check out. This is not my life. This is not my life. This is not my life.

A scream tears from my throat, jerking me awake for real this time. My clothes are drenched with sweat and I’m trembling. The room is dark, but I can feel even darker shadows lurking.

Is it him?

Has he found me?

A terrified whimper crawls up my throat as the door swings open. Heavy footsteps stalk forward. Despite sweating, I drag the blanket to my chin, blinking tears from my lids.

“Who’s there?” My voice is small and afraid.

“Daddy.”

Not my daddy. Koyn.

“I’m scared,” I admit in a whisper.

“Don’t be scared,” he says in a soothing voice. “I’m here.”

He crawls into bed with me, curling his strong arm around me. I expect for the anger to flare up, but it’s gone. Completely absent. All I want is for him to hold me and chase away the fear.

“You’re safe with me,” he vows. Somehow I believe him. “Go to sleep, baby girl.”

And I do.

I squint against the morning light and take stock of my situation. There’s a man in my bed. Not just any man, him. Koyn. And my needy ass is wrapped around him like I belong there. Worst part is, he wears nothing but a black pair of boxers. His body is on full display for my morning viewing pleasure.

God, what a pleasure it is, too.

He’s muscular and a tangle of thorns in the shape of a heart is inked over his heart. I see their names woven in: Eleanor and Blaire. His body is smooth with a dusting of chest hair over his pecks and upper torso. Then, there’s a dark trail of hair from his bellybutton that disappears into the waistband of his boxers. The blanket covers what’s hiding in those boxers, but I’m curious. So curious, I drag the covers down to see what he’s packing.

Nice.

Really nice.

Of course my captor would be hung like a horse. I try to ignore the jittery feeling that instills inside me. I’m not supposed to be attracted to a monster, but he’s here and I’m fucking attracted. Ignoring the need to stare at his boxers covered cock any longer, I trail my stare back up his chest to his face. His arm is resting over his eyes and his bicep bulges. I’ve never had the urge to touch underarm hair before, but his looks dark and soft and clean. I curl my hand into a fist so I don’t do anything bizarre like pet his armpit.

Besides, this is the guy who spanked me last night. Like a little kid.

He also held me and kept the nightmares away.

I’m torn between being thankful and angry.

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