Page 106 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Not Koyn—” Stormy starts.

Bang. Bang.

I put a bullet in each of the crooked cops’ heads. They shouldn’t be here. Stormy shouldn’t either. This is club business—family business—and I won’t have this bitch or her ex-boyfriend or whatever the fuck he was ruin this for us.

“Me,” I growl, stalking the rest of the way up to Stormy as her friends bleed to death at her feet. “She’s investigating me. Am I right, Agent Gale?”

I’d known we had a mole. Genworth even threw that in our faces. I was working on it. With time, I would’ve figured it out, but lucky for us, Stormy showed her cards early.

She doesn’t answer, so I press my .45 to her temple and yank her gun from her hand. I toss it away with a clatter.

“Dirty Fed,” she sneers. “I smelled your stink from three states away.”

She should have stayed far away from us. The bitch fucked up.

“You should have known better than to fuck with a Koynakov,” I growl, shaking my head. “We cover our tracks.”

“I was gathering proof!”

“At the expense of your career. I may be a dirty Fed, but I am one. You, little storm, were put on administrative leave for disobeying a direct order.”

She trembles with rage. “They told me to let it go! That you were clean! I knew you weren’t. I knew I could gather so much shit, they’d beg me to come back. I’d take you and your brother down along with the entire Royal Bastards MC.”

“We’re still here, bitch,” Filter snaps. “All that dick sucking you did didn’t get you anything but a gun pressed to your head.”

Koyn’s features twist into a cruel smirk that has Stormy losing some of her fire, leaning slightly back against my chest as though I’m going to save her ass from him. Yeah fucking right.

“No one will ever do anything when it comes to the Koynakovs,” he booms. “I wrote programs years ago and put them out there so that any time anyone saves even a simple web page with my name on it, it’ll encrypt it. CIA. FBI. NSA. Every goddamn police station in a five-hundred-mile radius. Any reports or files with the Royal Bastards Tulsa chapter or myfamily name, the programs lock it down. They’re retrievable with a password only I know.”

I can smell her defeat. Sweet and cloying. Hadley must sense it too, because she pipes up, using her unusual powers over my brother.

“Please don’t kill her,” Hadley begs.

It would be much cleaner to put a bullet through her head too and toss her pretty ass in the fire. I cringe, though, when I see the look on Koyn’s face. He’ll complicate shit for Hadley because he loves her. He gives me a nod, confirming my thoughts. Which means Stormy is my problem now. Fuck.

“If it’s not me, it’ll be someone else,” Stormy says, her voice weak and shaky. “The NSA will catch wind and they’ll hire people like Genworth. Someone will crack your stupid codes and dump out everything you’re hiding.” She lifts her chin in faux bravery. “Just put a bullet in my head. Don’t do psychopathic, disgusting shit like you did over there.”

I bite back a laugh. Even on death’s door, Stormy is still her usual bitchy self.

Hadley breaks free of Koyn’s hold, rushing over to Stormy. They hug as Hadley cries.

“Why did you do this?” Hadley whimpers. “Why would you sacrifice yourself for me?”

Stormy kisses Hadley’s head. “Someone had to look out for you. I just wanted you to be safe.”

Filter’s knife glints in the reflection of the fire, reminding me that I have a job to do before he does the wrong one for me. Koyn moves toward us, the same understanding reflected back in his dark eyes.

“Time’s up,” I bark, hooking an arm around Stormy’s waist to pull her back, just as Koyn grabs Hadley.

“Don’t kill her!” Hadley screams.

I shove my gun into the front of my jeans before tossing Stormy’s little ass over my shoulder. She kicks and screams to no avail.

“Copper,” Koyn booms. “What are you doing?”

I glare back at him. “Dealing with my problem.”

She was here, investigating me, and wanted to take my brother down in the process. It’s every bit my problem.

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