Page 118 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Koyn scowls at me. “I suggest you start talking fast, big brother, because I don’t know what the hell you’re going on about.”

I pace the room, running my fingers through my hair that’s far too overgrown these days. I need Krista to cut it, but she usually comes over to do that. There’s no way in hell I’ll ever be able to explain Stormy at my house wearing a fucking shock collar.

“I got some information out of Stormy last night and—”

“How?” Dragon asks, emerging from the shadows like the goddamn Boogieman. “Are you punishing her? You should be. She deserves it. Hell, I can do it if you’re not up for the task.”

Fucking sadistic freak.

“I was persuasive,” I spit out. “I can handle my own shit. Now let me get this out.”

Koyn nods at me to continue.

“She said she wound up in Tulsa looking into some guys for a friend of hers. When she went to see them, there was a file on the desk with our names on it plus the Royal Bastards,” I say tomy brother. “She got sidetracked and went on a wild goose chase looking into us. Her superior ignored her requests to investigate, fucked her because he could, and then put her on administrative leave.”

Filter mutters out something hateful about Stormy, but I ignore it for now.

“She wouldn’t let it rest, because, well, it’s fucking Stormy we’re talking about here,” I mutter. “She came back, weaseled her way in, and has been gathering intel ever since.”

Koyn nods at my words. “Which lines up to what you said last night. She was here and no one really knew about her agenda. What about the two cops you killed?”

“Dirty. Using her as much as she used them.” I shrug as I glance over at Filter, who is boring his stare into me. “The cops won’t be a problem. But Collins and Vidal might be. If they were looking into us, there might be a reason. With the anonymous call to Dan, who knows what the fuck they’re up to now.” I point at the number on the sticky note. “We need to find everything we can on Collins and Vidal. Have Bermuda pull up any financials if there are any on them to follow the money. From what Stormy says, she thinks they’re trafficking women because her friend ended up going missing after coming in contact with these guys.”

“We’ll find them,” Koyn growls, “but I want to know why in the fuck they want us? Do you think they were involved somehow with Genworth or Putnam?”

“I don’t think so,” I mumble, my eyes darting between Filter and Dragon. “There’s more.” My eyes land on Koyn’s. He reads me like he’s done since we were kids.

“You can say what you need to say in front of them. They know what we say in here stays between the four of us,” Koyn assures me. “Spit it the fuck out.”

“They’re looking for someone,” I rush out. “Someone in this house.”

Koyn’s jaw clenches. “If they try to take Hadley—”

“Him,” I bark out. “They’re looking for a man, not a woman.”

The room goes deathly quiet.

“A fucking rat inside my house?” Koyn asks in a low, menacing growl. “Again?”

“Maybe not a rat. Just someone they want.” I bounce my gaze between Dragon and Filter, who wear matching pissy frowns, but neither is giving off a guilty vibe. “If it were me, I’d drag each man in here and interrogate the fuck out of them.”

Koyn is quiet for a long moment. “You’re not me. This is my club. I’ll get to the bottom of it.”

I know he’s more than capable, even if he does things a little differently than I would.

“I need to get back home. Keep me posted,” I say, starting for the door.

“You need to get rid of her,” Filter barks out, stopping me in my tracks. “Stormy is relentless. She’ll get under your skin through your dick and that mouth of hers she’s always running. Before you know it, you’ll have given the bitch the keys to your castle. She’s a liar and will do whatever is necessary to further her own agenda.”

I turn around and pin him with a glare. “I can handle my captive. Why don’t you worry about the intel I’ve given you before it lands every one of our asses in prison?”

A vein in Filter’s forehead pops with homicidal rage.

Koyn slaps his hand down on the desk. “Enough. Both of you.” To Filter, he says, “Get over your shit. She betrayed us. Boo fucking hoo. We have bigger shit to stress about. Copper can handle her skinny ass.”

Filter deflates, giving his prez a sharp nod. “The bitch is his problem now.”

A problem I’m eager to get back home and deal with.

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