Page 76 of Outlaws of Tulsa

She’s not Blaire.

I walk over to the mattress and nudge it with my toe.

“Wake up.”

“I’m awake,” she croaks.

Silence.

I’d expected begging and crying. She has to know we didn’t rescue her, we kidnapped her.

“Daddy’s little girl was nothing but a fucking mole, huh?” I taunt. “Had a scheme with your little fuck buddy, hmm?”

She doesn’t respond.

Truth is, I know this shit had nothing to do with her. She’s involved because she’s a Genworth. In last name. The information I found on Genworth and Putnam’s relationship goes back to when she was truly a little girl, which explains how a prissy rich girl got in with a kid like Junior. Their fathers were business partners of sorts.

And when her boyfriend was killed, she started letting his daddy dick her instead.

I think back to the times she tried to hurt me and throw in my face that she sucked Putnam’s cock. At the time, I’d thought maybe she had just been pushing my fucking buttons just to piss me off. It did. I hate that fucker and with her words, she opened that old wound. It’s been bleeding ever since.

I drag the chair Gibson had abandoned closer to her. He left a bottle of Jack, so I snag that before sitting down. It’s a shame this girl shares that motherfucker’s blood. She was a good fuck and one I might have actually kept around had the circumstances been different. I was an idiot to let my guard down and think I could enjoy sex and affection once again.

What a fucking lie.

Every part of myself that deserves such a thing died that day along with my family.

I unscrew the lid to the bottle and suck down a long, burning gulp. It heats me from the inside out. My stare roams over the exposed skin of her bare shoulder. Her pouty, but cracked lips. Those brown eyes that gleam with fury despite her weakened state.

“Thirsty?” I ask, offering her the bottle.

She shakes her head.

“Do you like Putnam’s cock inside you?” My words are cruel and filled with venom that stings. She’s not immune because she flinches.

“Fuck you,” she rasps.

“I did. And apparently, so has everyone else.”

Her brown eyes glisten with tears. I’m forced to look away because it makes my chest ache. Fuck her. I will not feel sorry for her. “What do you want from me?”

I take another swig of the Jack. “Everything.”

“You want to fuck me? Fine, do it.” She tosses the blanket aside, revealing her pale, bony, naked body to me. Bruises litter her thighs. Anger swells up inside of me for a brief moment, but I swallow it down.

Not mine.

Not Blaire.

Genworth.

I take a deep breath and then drink more of the Jack.

“Cover yourself,” I growl. “I’m not here to fuck your skanky ass. I’m here to tell you a story.”

She jerks the covers back over her and glares at me. “I hate you.”

“Feeling’s mutual, baby girl.”

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