Page 180 of Outlaws of Tulsa

“Brav-fucking-o,” Night Giant says, clapping. “The viewers loved that shit.”

Night Giant walks into the cage and toes me with his boot. Once he realizes I’m still alive and breathing, he grabs me by my shoulders and hauls me to my feet.

“Put your clothes back on,” he barks out. “I have a meeting with the bosses. You all get a break until you’re needed again.”

Shakily, I pull my jeans back up and snatch up the remains of my hoodie, tying the bottom of it so it keeps me covered. It’s not until I’m hugging my middle, trying to process the fact that I’m still alive, when I feel something digging into my upper thigh.Discreetly, I slip my finger in my pocket to realize Dragon left me a gift.

The pocketknife.

It’s small, but it’s a weapon.

Dragon was right…

We’re going to get free.

We’re going back to our family.

We’ll kill them all.

Copper

I’m combing through land records for buildings purchased in Memphis and compiling a list when my phone rings.

Dan.

“You got anything?” I ask in greeting.

Koyn, who’s sitting across the conference room table from me, lifts an eyebrow as he listens in on my end of the conversation. I put it on speaker and set it down.

“Yeah…” Dan says, letting out a harsh breath. “It’s brutal, man.”

Koyn’s features harden and my stomach roils with dread.

“What is it?” I demand. “Don’t beat around the bush. Out with it.”

My phone buzzes.

“I’ve sent it to you. It’s a video. Taylor was also searching the dark web, trying to get into that site you shared with me. He couldn’t get in, but found this video called Caught vs Blondie. Dragon tattoo was the hit keywords that he found it with.” Dan groans. “I’m pretty sure it’s your biker buddy and…”

“And who?” Koyn barks out.

I already know.

Stormy.

“We’re doing what we can to find the source, but have your people on it too. The more eyes, the better,” Dan says. “And, Jeremy, I’m sorry.”

With those horrible words, he hangs up.

Koyn rises to his feet to come around to my side of the table as I hit play on the video. I’m unable to focus on anything helpful. All I see is Stormy. My fucking girl. Terrified and shaking.

And Dragon.

He chases her down like she’s prey.

“Maybe you shouldn’t watch this,” Koyn mutters weakly, knowing full and damn well he’ll have to cut my eyeballs out before I allow that to happen.

The next several moments have me frozen in my chair with a storming mixture of fury and disgust. Dragon attacks her. Cuts her. Fucks her. And…

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