Page 283 of Outlaws of Tulsa

Stalking over to him, I clutch onto his neck, caressing the side of it gently with my blood-soaked thumb. “I fucking love boats, baby. Of course I can.”

His lips find mine and we kiss.

Relief floods through me, draining away the vengeance and replacing it with a calm I haven’t known since I was a child. I draw Cove closer, unable to keep from devouring him like he’s the answer to every question in the universe.

This is definitively over.

Now, I can finally begin my life. And I’ll have it all. My brothers with the Royal Bastards, my family, and my sexy-ass boyfriend.

It’s time to stop surviving and start living.

Cove

A week later…

Things are strained.

Since coming back to Tulsa, Dragon has been avoiding me and I don’t know why. Is this thing between us over? Has he finally let go of all his Night Giant baggage but dropped me somehow in the process?

Bitterness sours my gut.

I don’t understand.

We were fine after we met up with Koyn. Mitch was fine. They rescued him from the river thanks to Koyn’s quick actions. The family reunion with Dragon, his brothers, and his parents was tearful and moving. Lindsay catered in enough food to feed an army to celebrate the success while Filter and some of the guys disposed of the bodies. Me and Dragon stayed for a few days with his family and got to just…be.

It was nice.

Really nice.

I like his family a lot and him…well, it’s a helluva lot more than like.

Which I thought he felt too.

So why is he avoiding me?

“Where’s my baby brother?” Stormy sings as she enters the clubhouse.

I groan to see her in her short cutoff denim shorts and a tight black tank top. She has a shit fit if Calla wears anything remotely risqué but prances around barely clothed despite the fact she’s a mom now. It’s fucking disgusting.

“What do you want?” I grumble, turning my back to her so I can pour her a drink at the clubhouse bar.

“A better fucking attitude, that’s what,” she snaps back in that big sister tone that never fails to grate on my nerves.

“I meant what to drink?”

“Just a Coke. I think I might be pregnant again. Better be safe.”

Whipping my head around, I glower at her. “What? Already?”

Her grin is devilish. “Copper has his ways…”

“Sick. Say no more. Please. I fucking beg of you.”

“You’re always such a prickly pear, Cove. What the hell? I thought that once you started getting laid, you’d chill on the attitude.”

She heard through the gossip grapevine of the Royal fucking bastards that I was seeing Dragon. At first, she bitched me out, and then she was just…okay with it. Almost like she expected it. Which was annoying because I didn’t expect to fall for Chase Thomas aka Dragon. And I did. I fell hard. For what?

I fill her a glass with ice and Coke before shoving it across the bar top toward her. “Where’s my niece?”

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