Page 105 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“FBI! Nobody move!”

The room is silent aside from the crackling and popping of the bodies in the fire. Cooking flesh stinks something awful, but we’re used to it. These two fuckers aren’t the only bodies we’ve burned in here.

“Stormy?” Hadley rasps out from the mattress on the floor. She looks like shit, covered in blood and vomit, but Koyn is cradling her like she’s the most precious thing on Earth.

I tear my gaze from Stormy and Hadley, seeking out Filter. He’s going to be fucking livid. This is his woman. She’s the goddamn mole. Koyn is going to want answers. Like how the fuck he didn’t know shit about this.

Filter steps out of the shadows, a murderous look on his face telling me everything I need to know. She got us. She pulled the wool over our eyes and we never expected the blond bombshell to have this shit up her sleeve.

“Agent Brenda Gale,” Stormy spits out. “Everyone on your knees, hands on your heads. Hadley, honey, I need you to make your way over here.”

Koyn’s eyes slide to mine for the briefest second, acknowledging my looming presence, before hugging his girl tighter to him. “Agent Gale,” he growls. “Hadley stays with me. Run along, Stormy, before I sic Filter on you.”

Filter cracks his neck, his body rippling with malevolence. I pull my phone out and use my access into the system that Koyn helped rig up to find out what I can from her. I find a document that tells me everything I need to know.

Brenda Stormy Gale.

Alabama.

Administrative leave.

Stormy isn’t some weak bitch, though. She doesn’t even flinch at his fury. Her anger and determination are fueling her.

“No,” she snaps. “I thought I could do this, but I can’t watch you ruin this girl. You’ll kill her.” She straightens, aiming to look taller and fiercer. “She’s pregnant with your kid, but that doesn’t mean her life needs to end.”

My brother’s patience is wearing thin. It’ll snap at any moment.

“What do you want from me?” he demands. “Spit it the fuck out. You take Hadley and I’ll find a way to take her back. You know this.”

He’ll stop at nothing.

It’s the Koynakov way.

“I want you to go to prison where you belong,” Stormy bellows.

Koyn rises to his feet, hauling Hadley up with him, using her as a shield. “Where’s your backup? Just these two?”

“It’ll be enough until the rest arrive,” Stormy lies. No one else is coming.

I shake my head at him and he mutters out a “hmm.”

This bitch will be joining those fuckfaces in the fire soon, because there’s no way in hell Koyn will let Stormy walk away from this.

“Please don’t kill her,” Hadley begs.

Except that.

Hadley has him wrapped around her little finger.

Koyn, toying with Stormy, says, “Why are you investigating me? Why can’t you leave well enough alone?”

Filter takes another step closer, the hate burning from him much hotter than the fire. His voice shakes with anger. “You fucking played me, Stormy? Why?”

She refuses to take her eyes, or her gun for that matter, away from my brother. “It’s my job,” Stormy yells at Filter. “You were the closest I could get.”

“But why do you want Koyn?” Filter demands.

I take a step closer, the snow crunching loudly, causing Denise and Brad to both tense at the sound.

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