Page 156 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Sources say they may have an operation in Memphis and considering a lot of the missing persons reports came from Tennessee, it’s a good possibility.”

“I’ll do more digging. Together we’ll catch these sickos and bring down the whole goddamn cell.”

“Hey, Dan?”

“Yeah?”

“As soon as this case is done, my old ass is retiring. Consider this my notice.”

He groans. “So it’s official, huh?”

“I’ll work on this case, but then I’m out. I’ll pop in one day next week to clean out my desk. I can investigate from home. I’m getting too old for this shit.”

“It won’t be the same without you,” Dan mumbles.

“You’ll see me around.”

After we hang up, I walk back inside to tell Koyn bye. Filter is waiting for me in the entryway like a fucking stalker.

“How’s Stormy?” he asks, blocking the path into the living room.

I cross my arms over my chest. “Fine.”

“You fuck her yet?”

My jaw clenches and the urge to ram my fist through his skull is strong. “Stormy isn’t your concern anymore, Filter. Drop it.”

He cracks his neck, his nostrils flaring. “Shewasmy concern because she wasmyfucking girlfriend.”

“Was,” I snap back. “But it was fake, dammit. She used you. Get the fuck over it. I’m handling her now. Back the fuck off.”

I feel like shit being an asshole to him, but he keeps pushing the damn issue. She betrayed everyone, especially him. I get it. It fucking sucks. And if he knew I was sleeping with her, he’d probably try and kick my ass.

“She’ll use you too,” he spits out. “I can see it in your eyes. You look just like I did. Smitten with her golden pussy. But when the moment is right, she will fuck you over, man. Where the fuck is your loyalty?”

I stalk up to him, glowering in his face. We may be evenly matched in size, but he has youth on his side. I’d still whip his ass, though, because I have something worth fighting for.

Her.

And no matter what he says to try and get inside my head, I do trust that what Stormy and I have is different. He doesn’t know that, though. Just doing his job as Koyn’s right-hand man and protecting him.

It’s time to end all doubt and do something I should have done years ago to prove my loyalty.

“Where’s Koyn?” I growl.

“Going to tattle on me to your little brother?” His taunt makes my blood boil.

I shove him away from me and sneer. “No, motherfucker, I’m going to patch in. Watch your back. I’m coming for your job because I just quit mine.”

Filter can kiss my ass. I don’t give two shits about being VP. I’m too old for that crap. What I do care about is making a point to the Royal Bastards that I’m loyal to not just blood, but the brotherhood too. But the best part about this is by patching in, those bastards are bound by their code.

Never disrespect a brother’s ol’ lady.

And Stormy is fucking mine.

Stormy

Thanksgiving

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