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 wasn’t stupid enough to confirm or deny that fact. To Ogre or any of his brothers. He quickly changed the subject. “Got a favor.”
Ogre grunted.
“Keep an eye on her when I ain’t here, will ya?”
His brother cocked an eyebrow. “Ain’t a babysitter. ‘Specially for a piece of ass that I ain’t gettin’ a piece of.” He grunted. “But then, right now you ain’t either.”
“Ain’t askin’ you to babysit, but when you and Thor are in here beggin’ for scraps, just keep a fuckin’ eye on her.”
“Right. Lookin’ more and more like she ain’t just your kid’s babysitter. ‘Specially when you brought her on the run Sunday.”
“Made a deal. Just keepin’ my end of it.”
“Her cookin’s damn good, but bet that sweet as fuck pie is way fuckin’ better. No wonder you’re pissed about her freezin’ you out.”
Stone sighed. He wasn’t pissed. He was more annoyed.
“Also noticed since she moved in with you a few weeks ago you been sleepin’ at home every damn night.”
“‘Cause I got my nut nugget full time now. Only reason.”
“Thought her takin’ care of your baby girl was why you made that deal with her.” He jerked his chin toward the kitchen. “Also, should know I ain’t the only one noticin’ your lack of bustin’ a nut with the sweet butts.”
“Nobody should give a fuck where I’m stickin’ my dick. Anyway, how the fuck am I supposed to protect her and the kids if I ain’t at the house?” Why the fuck did he feel the need to defend his actions? He shouldn’t.
“Didn’t think her ol’ man was out yet.”
“Ex,” Stone corrected. “He ain’t. Two more days.”
If he had a connection inside at the prison where fucker was taking his concrete block staycation, he’d make sure the fucker never walked free again. He’d be ending his bid by leaving with a toe tag, not his personal belongings.
“Then what?”
“Then I’m gonna deal with him.”
Ogre pursed his lips as his gaze flicked back and forth between Stone and the kitchen. “She know you’re gonna eighty-six him?”
To the Kings, eighty-six meant to take someone eight miles out and bury them six feet under. When he heard Taryn use it one day he almost broke his fucking neck doing a damn double-take. Wondering if she had some deep, dark secrets, he asked why she used that term. She explained it was common in the culinary industry when an item was removed from the menu due to running out of the ingredients to make it.
On one hand, he was relieved. On the other, also kind of disappointed she wasn’t some badass Ninja chef.
“No,” he answered the club enforcer.
“How d’you think she’s gonna react to you dealin’ with her boy’s daddy when it bothered the fuck outta her with how we dealt with those Twisted motherfuckers?”
Of course, that would be a fucking issue unless… “She don’t gotta know it was me.”
Ogre lifted an eyebrow at him. “Want me to handle it?”
“Appreciate the offer, brother, but fuck no. This ain’t a club issue, it’s personal.”
“I gotta remind you you’re out on probation?”
“Who ain’t?”
Ogre grunted again. “Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth. Think her ex is so whacked he’s gonna come lookin’ for her?”
“She’s got his kid, so gonna assume so, yeah. Also expect him to be pissed about her movin’ outta the house and puttin’ it up for sale.”
“What d’ya know about him?”
“Not much. Only got to know him up close and personal the day that motherfucker got handsy with her.”
“And you got handsy with him.”
“Couldn’t let him continue to beat the fuck outta her like that. Worse, in front of their goddamn kid.”
“Betcha that left a mark on him.”
“Sure did leave a mark on that fucker. Why I spent that long thirteen months on an unplanned vacation.”
“Meant the kid.”
“Him, too. She admitted she hadta get him help ‘cause of it.” Stone tapped his temple.
“Damn,” Ogre murmured, stroking his short beard.
“Wanna get him dealt with before he tries to snag Baby Bird or fuck up Taryn again.” Just thinking about that shit made his fingers curl into fists.
If that happened, Stone would lose his fucking shit. Worse than that day in the parking lot. Taryn had been a stranger then, she was far from that now.
So yeah, dealing with Vic the Dick was now personal.
“Since when the fuck you become some kinda white fuckin’ knight?”
“Since the second I saw that motherfucker poundin’ Taryn into the ground with the kid watchin’ it all and cryin’ so damn hard he was gettin’ sick. As much as I hate that cunt Sheena, I’d never do that shit to her. Especially in front of Sunny. She might be a shitty fuckin’ parent, but she’s still my girl’s mother.” He had to remind himself of that all the time. Because if it was up to him, he’d help Sheena disappear, too. And he wasn’t talking about a temporary stay in prison.