Page 86 of Outlaws of Tulsa

I arch a brow at him. “What makes you think I have her?”

“The cameras, asshole. I saw your men take her.”

“We all took turns fucking her ass until she bled out and died.” I smirk at him. “Or did we feed her to the pigs? I can’t recall.”

“Listen here, motherfucker!” he roars. “I know you didn’t kill her. You’re too goddamn smart for that, hence the fucking ‘X’ on your face. I know you’re going to use her to get to me!”

“Are you done?” I say in a calm tone.

“I want her back. Tonight.”

At this, I laugh. Cruel. Hard. Evil. “You want her? Come get her.”

“You think I’m going to walk into a trap of yours unprepared?” he sneers. “I’m not you.”

My mind flits back to the night I walked in on Ellie and Blaire. To Putnam and his crony hurting my girls. Rage bubbles up to the surface, making me fist my hand. I want to ram my fist through the screen. Instead, I cock my head at him. “You think you’re the smartest fucker around here, don’t you?”

His grin is wolfish. “I undid that virus bullshit you put on my computer while you were here. I hacked into your computer for this call. I found out where your stupid house hidden in the woods is.”

I lean in and narrow my eyes at him. “You may have caught me with my pants down a decade ago when you slithered into my life and cut out my family.” My mouth turns up in a sinister grin. “My family are snakes now. We know how to deal with your kind.”

“I will ruin you,” he threatens. “Everything you’ve built in the last decade. I will turn it inside out and fucking destroy it if you touch one hair on Hadley’s head.”

“Oh no,” I mock. “I’m in trouble now.”

He glowers at me. “You better not—”

“I. Fucking. Did.” I laugh in his fucking face. “In fact, her asshole is probably still dripping.”

The dickhead goes into a curse-filled rant while Filter laughs at my taunting.

“When you get here,” I warn, “I’m going to make you watch every horrible thing I do to your little girl. I’m going to hurt and defile her. I’m going to rape every little hole on her while you watch, strapped to a goddamn chair.”

He starts to rage again, but I cut him off. With a couple of buttons, I shove him out the backdoor I created solely for this purpose. The asshole thinks he has me. All he has is what I allow him to have.

Soon, that’ll be fucking nothing.

Hadley

The house is quiet.

Too quiet.

I’ve been lying in bed all day, fighting sickness, but by evening it fades and I’m left feeling antsy. My curiosity gets the better of me and has me exploring Koyn’s massive home. Though I’m checking out the rooms of the other guys, my mind isn’t on them. It’s on me. I’m pregnant. I still can’t believe it, though it’s not completely shocking considering Koyn’s inability to use a condom or pull out. The thought of my stomach swelling to accommodate our baby has my heart stuttering. Absently, I stroke my nearly flat stomach through the hoodie I’m wearing.

“Everything’s going to be okay, little one.”

I peek my head in a room that must be Dragon’s. Everything’s been painted black and there are knives of all variety sticking out of the sheetrock. It makes me wonder if Koyn cares that Dragon has destroyed the walls. Knowing Koyn, he doesn’t care.

All Koyn cares about is revenge.

The thought is paralyzing because I’m a part of his revenge plan. I’d much rather be a part of his happiness. I’m carrying his child after all. My eyes water as I think about my near future. Dad will find out where I’m at since they took me and he’ll find a way to take me back.

And I can’t go back.

Never again.

I need to talk to Koyn. To convince him to let me stay and not as his prisoner.

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