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)
Cooking made the woman happy.
Stuffing their pie holes made his brothers happy.
A match made in fucking Heaven.
But her trek to him came to a complete stop when someone stepped into her path.
Stone’s eyes narrowed on one of their newer prospects.
What the fuck was Gooch doing?
When Taryn tried to skirt around him, he once again blocked her, reaching for the strand of hair that had escaped her bun and twisting it around his finger.
Fuck that shit. Stone’s teeth clenched and he pushed off the wall.
Gooch playing with her hair was a control move the shit-for-brains was trying to pass off as flirty. Stone saw right through that bullshit.
So did Taryn.
With her previous smile now upside down, she jerked her head back, trying to free herself.
As much as Stone wanted to rush over to them, he waited to see if Gooch found his smarts.
Or caught a knee to his nuts since Taryn was not happy.
She wasn’t the only fucking one.
Whatever hissed warning came out of her mouth made it look as though she was spitting venom. Then Gooch prevented her from skirting around him with a tighter grip on her hair. A hold no longer playful, but forceful.
The prospect must’ve missed the memo about Taryn being off-limits, since, apparently, Gooch’s fucking pea brain had dropped from his head to his dick. Stone would be happy to help him put it back into place.
It was time to step in and school the motherfucker on what level a prospect was in their MC…
Rock bottom.
From the corner of his eye, he saw one side of Ogre’s mouth hike up as he sat back to watch the upcoming lesson.
Stone was there in a few long and determined strides. “Let her fuckin’ go.”
Not waiting for the answer, he grabbed a wide-eyed Gooch’s wrist and twisted with enough force to break more than just his grip. With a satisfying snap, crackle, pop, the prospect’s knees buckled and he shouted in pain.
But he damn well released the woman he never should have laid a hand on. The same hand now jacked in a way it shouldn’t be.
Damn shame.
“She look like fuckin’ club property?” Stone growled.
“She’s…here…ain’t…she?” Gooch blew out a breath between each word. Most likely an attempt not to cry like the little bitch he was.
“Don’t ever fuckin’ touch shit you know’s off-limits. Thought I made myself fuckin’ clear about Taryn. Guess not. Since she’s livin’ under my roof, that means she’s off…fuckin’…limits.” His volume might have increased a cunt hair for those last three words.
At least enough to make Gooch wince.
Stone shot a glance toward Ogre where he sat at one of the cafeteria tables with Thor by his side. He had returned to finishing off a plate of whatever Taryn had made for one of her videos.
While the club’s enforcer had watched the whole exchange, he’d wait on Stone to decide the next step. And whether or not the enforcer should step in and take over.
Since they had somewhere to go and he didn’t want Taryn to witness the rest of the hard lesson about to be taught, Stone jerked his chin toward the injured prospect. Ogre dipped his head just enough to acknowledge the silent order. The sergeant at arms would take it from there.
“No, man! I didn’t know!” Gooch yelled. “Didn’t mean to step on your toes, brother.”
Stone sucked on his teeth. “You ain’t my brother. Ain’t nothin’ but dog shit. No more, no less. Guess you need a reminder of that.”
The panicked prospect insisted, “It won’t happen again! I fuckin’ swear!”
“Damn right it won’t.”
It would only take a flick of the sergeant at arms’ wrist for Thor to take down Gooch and rip out his throat. Stone had seen it before but not on one of their own. While impressive, it was goddamn gruesome.
“Let’s go,” he barked at Taryn, grabbing her elbow and steering her out of the cafeteria and toward the exit. “Time to pick up the kids.”
Once out in the hallway, she asked, “Are you mad at me?”
With a frown, he stopped and spun on her. “I look mad at you?” He thought he was controlling his temper pretty fucking well, all things considered.
“You look furious.”
With a shake of his head and once again taking long strides, he pulled her along with him. She glanced back over her shoulder toward the cafeteria.
Stone didn’t need to do the same since he knew what was about to happen. And he didn’t give a fucking shit. He trusted Ogre to do his job. He didn’t need to supervise it.
“What’s going to happen to him? What will Ogre—”
“Don’t fuckin’ ask questions you don’t wanna know the answers to. Promise, you don’t wanna know.”
“But—”
Stone jerked to another stop. “Just said to let it go, yeah? You like him touchin’ you?”
With a set jaw, she plugged her hands on her hips. “Of course not. But that doesn’t mean I want him to be hurt.”