Page 247 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Aroad trip with Prez, Katana, and Dragon isn’t exactly my idea of a fun time. Especially since I’ve been reduced to sitting in the third row because Katana took up all of the second one. Dragon is surprisingly chatty up front with Koyn, talking about boats of all goddamn things.

Boats.

Dragon is a lot of things—mainly fucking crazy—but boats aren’t something I think of when I think of Dragon. I think of knives and tattoos and piercing green eyes. Blood and mayhem.

Not sunny days in swim trunks, trolling all over Lake Keystone.

As if he senses that my thoughts are on him, he turns in the passenger seat, his intense stare boring into me. “Want to come up front and sit on Daddy’s lap, Baby Prospect?”

I flip him the bird. “Fuck off.”

“Are we ever going to talk about this?” Koyn asks, his voice gruff. “I know I’m not the only one around here wondering how the hell you two ended up in the same bed.”

“BP was needy for cock. I have a cock that’s needy for attention,” Dragon says, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “Match made in heaven.”

“Hmph. Heaven. Whatever.” Koyn shakes his head. “I still can’t wrap my head around it.”

“Neither can I,” I mutter. “Are we there yet?”

“Almost,” Koyn says. “We’re going to meet up with some of Animal’s guys.”

Animal is the prez of the Little Rock, Arkansas Royal Bastards MC chapter. From what I can tell, he’s pretty tight with Koyn. They’ve backed us up on a lot of shit, including the rescue that went down when Dragon, my siblings, and a few other people we took in were all held captive by Night Giant and his crew of sick fucks.

Night Giant is what’s left of that whole ordeal. Koyn wanted to draw more information out of him, since we have eyes on him, but Dragon could only be held off for so long.

Koyn pulls into a decrepit convenience store parking lot and parks at one of the gas pumps. He doesn’t get out until a Harley rumbles to a stop on the other side. Dragon lets down the window as Koyn climbs out.

“Hey, man,” Koyn says, knocking fists with the burly biker. “What do we need to know?”

The man points down the road. “Another mile and turn right. He’s hunkered down in a shitty trailer. Only leaves to go to the little mom-and-pop grocery shop up the road. We watch him go in and then come back out.”

“Does he make contact with anyone once inside?” Koyn asks.

“They don’t have a public phone inside. I went in once just to see. It’s a real shithole inside. He goes back to the trailer and just waits.”

“Waits?”

“Seems that way.”

“On what?” Dragon demands, joining the conversation through the window. “For us to cut his balls off and feed them to him?”

The man snorts out a laugh. “Nah, man. I think he’s waiting on a rescue. It just ain’t come for him yet. Whoever he’s waiting to rescue him seems to have forgotten about him.”

Night Giant is a lot of things. Fucking scary and sick, but he isn’t stupid. Not by a long shot.

“Thanks, bro,” Koyn says, pulling a wad of cash from his jeans pocket. “Tell Animal I owe him a favor. After tonight, there won’t be any need to watch that motherfucker anymore.”

Koyn does another fist bump with the guy and then climbs into the Tahoe. He drives out of the parking lot and back onto the road. We follow the guy’s directions and turn off on a road littered with potholes. He slowly drives until a baby blue trailer peeks through the trees.

“We’ll park here. Wait until dark and then move in.”

Dragon scoffs. “You can sit here. I’m not waiting another second.”

He climbs out of the vehicle. Katana follows him, always having his back. Koyn utters a string of curse words under his breath. “I swear to fuck, this shit drives me insane. Let’s roll, BP.”

The four of us prowl through the woods, Dragon leading our pack. As soon as we get a good look at the trailer, Dragon holds up a fist, signifying we need to stop. I walk past Katana and Koyn to stand beside him.

“You okay?” I murmur.

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