Page 82 of Outlaws of Tulsa

I expect her to be offended or argue, but she nods. “I know, honey. I know.”

The door to the bedroom flings open as men barge in. They file into the bathroom. Stormy stands, taking a protective stance on my behalf. If the situation weren’t so shitty, I’d hug her for it.

Koyn, looking cruel and hateful, glares down at me with Filter and Halo at his sides.

“Get up,” he commands, his voice icy.

“She’s sick,” Stormy snaps.

Filter’s eyes narrow at her and his jaw clenches. Halo stares on with cool indifference.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass,” Koyn roars. “I said get the fuck up. You’re going back to the slaughterhouse like the piece of shit Genworth pig you are.”

“No!” Stormy cries out, shoving Koyn in the chest. “You can’t do that to her!”

I stand on shaky legs and hug my arms around my middle. I don’t want Stormy to get hurt because of me.

“Filter, get your bitch before I do something that’s gonna piss you off,” Koyn warns. “Right the fuck now.”

Filter grabs Stormy and hauls her to his chest. She kicks and screams, trying to get away.

“Calm the fuck down,” Filter warns.

“She’s pregnant with your baby, Koyn. Remember that when you decide to use her in your fucked up revenge game,” she spits out at Koyn.

His hard features go emotionless as he darts his gaze my way. He roams his eyes down my body, settling at my stomach, before meeting my stare. “This true?”

I grit my teeth and shrug.

His dark eyes flash with fury. “Everyone out.”

Halo leaves and Filter has to drag Stormy out. I stare after them and shiver when I finally meet Koyn’s eyes again.

“You think this absolves you from your part in this game?”

My eyes water. I just want him to stop with the bullshit. I want him to hug me and promise me everything will be okay. A tear leaks out, races down my cheek, and drips from my jaw.

He prowls over to me and roughly yanks off my hoodie. I yelp in shock when he grabs my shoulders and turns me toward the mirror. With him standing behind me in all his hot biker glory, he appears to be some demon sent to capture me and take me to Hell with him. His hands slide down my arms and to my stomach.

“Pregnant.” Not a question. A statement. His voice and demeanor are so cold, I’m not sure how he feels about the news. “Mine.”

A shiver ripples down my spine. “Yours.”

“This changes nothing,” he growls, his palms sliding to my tender breasts. “You’re Genworth’s little girl.”

I don’t want to be.

My bottom lip trembles. He pinches my nipples and my breath hitches.

“I could fuck you right now because you’re my pretty prisoner. All mine.”

Koyn

Minutes ago, I was resolved in my thinking.

Use. Take. Ruin.

It’s only fair. She’s Genworth’s kid. Return the fucking favor tenfold. But Hadley does something to me. Worms her way inside my head, gnawing away at all my good sense. The moment I lay eyes on her, it’s like I forget everything. All I see is her.

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