Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Stone didn’t like the sound of that. It had only been a couple of days since she’d moved in and now she was already planning on shipping out? That would leave him fucked when it came to Sunny. He’d be scrambling to find someone to watch her who wasn’t a sweet butt. Until he had a lead for a possible house mouse, Taryn was his best option. “Court’s gonna let you take your boy outta state?”
“I don’t know. I don’t see why not if Vic is a threat.”
“He ain’t a threat to Baby Bird. Just to you.”
When that reality hit her, Taryn collapsed into the chair next to him, dropped her head, fisted her hair, and released a scream she tried but failed to muffle.
Hopefully, it didn’t wake the damn kids. He didn’t want them overhearing this line of conversation.
He took another hit of the joint before licking his fingertips and putting it out by pinching the end. He tucked the remainder into the tin he had put in the front pocket of his jeans since he’d left his cut inside. “Got you covered, babe. We agreed, you do for me, I do for you. Here’s one thing I’m gonna do. Once he’s out, gonna have me or one of my brothers shadowin’ you at all times. If I ain’t with you, one of them will be. You go nowhere without one of us.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. “Stone…”
“Nope. Ain’t a negotiation. It’s a rule. One that ain’t gonna be broken. Tell me you get me.”
“I hear what—”
“No. That ain’t it.”
“Listen—”
“No.”
“But—”
“No.”
She growled.
He grinned.
“Fuck you.”
His grin widened. “All right. Where you wanna do it? Right here on the deck?”
“That’s not funny.”
Or they could do it in his truck. Her Honda. A closet. He didn’t fucking care. When he got back earlier, she had already changed into skin-tight leggings and one of those cotton tank tops. Only problem with that was, tonight she wore a sports bra under it that flattened out her tits.
That had to go. If it was up to him, he’d shred the fucking thing with his knife.
“Hear me laughin’? The deal is I protect you. Doin’ my job.”
“And I need to do my job. My clients aren’t going to want a bearded, beer-bellied biker that smells like whiskey and weed in their kitchen. I’ll lose business.”
“They can sit in your cage while you work.” He needed to consider getting her a different vehicle, too. Vic the Dick would probably recognize it. The club had plenty of vehicles to choose from. Parking lots full. All they had to do was choose one, snag it without getting caught, and swap out the VINs.
“Stone…”
Only, she’d probably shit a brick if she found out she was driving a stolen cage. But at least it would be better than the piece of shit she was driving now.
Beggars couldn’t be fucking choosy.
“Woman. This ain’t a negotiation but a fuckin’ fact. Just accept it if you don’t wanna end up in the hospital again. Or worse.”
She deflated in the chair next to him. Like she lost all will and was giving up. “How the hell did I get here?”
She wasn’t asking him but he answered anyway. “Married the wrong fuckin’ guy. You ain’t the first; ain’t gonna be the last. Wanna say that most women learn after hookin’ up with their first motherfucker but that ain’t true. Some never fuckin’ learn.” Windy was one of them. Somehow she got knocked around by every dick she ever set her eyes on. She was a “motherfucker magnet.” Becoming a sweet butt was the best thing for her. Nobody would fuck with her now. And if they did, they would quickly learn…
Nobody fucked with the Kings.
Chapter Twelve
Taryn really didn’t need to be reminded of one of the worst choices she’d ever made in her life. And she’d made quite a few doozies. But it was too late to right that wrong, so now she had to minimize the damage as best as she could.
It really sucked that once Vic got out, her life would change again. Taryn’s wish was to live in peace and raise her son to be a good man.
Not like his father.
“I understand we struck a deal, but please remember, I’m not working for you. You’re not my boss.” Stone could not give her orders and expect her to comply without question.
“Yep.”
That didn’t sound like he understood the assignment. “Yep? Consider me a volunteer. An unpaid volunteer.”
“Babe, that’s what a volunteer is…unpaid.”
Of course, he purposely missed the point. “I own a business.”
“Yep.”
She sighed and raked fingers through her hair. “Again, that means you’re not my boss. Our deal doesn’t mean you get to dictate everything in my life now.”
“Yep.”
She squeezed her eyes shut while gritting her teeth. It was important he was clear on that point. “You know what that means?”