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)
Once again, he had to remind himself he was far from a perfect parent himself. In fact, he probably shouldn’t be one at all. But the kid was still breathing so that was a good sign. Maybe. She sure used a lot of the air she breathed in to dish out unnecessary bullshit.
Hopefully she’d grow out of the terrible tens soon. Really fucking soon.
“Since Gentry’s gonna be released in a coupla days, askin’ for you to do me a solid by keepin’ an eye on Taryn and her kid if she’s here and I ain’t.”
This time Ogre didn’t hesitate. “You got it, brother. Thor and I will keep an eye on her when we’re around. But only ‘cause she makes damn good grub.”
Relieved, Stone clapped him on the back. “Thanks, brother.”
Ogre was about to move on but stopped as soon as Shit Stain walked into the cafeteria wearing the cook shirt Taryn required for deliveries. As he began to pass them, his feet stuttered to a stop and he turned back.
“You fuckin’ up?” Stone asked when the prospect came to stand in front of them, looking wired and like he had a damn secret to spill.
Shit Stain lips thinned out. “Has she complained?”
“Ain’t askin’ her. Askin’ you.”
“Been doin’ everythin’ she wants me to do. Ain’t gonna risk not gettin’ those rockers.”
“Good,” Stone murmured.
Shit Stain shuffled from foot to foot. “Hey, VP, figured you’d wanna know…these deliveries could be more of an opportunity than only makin’ that ten percent.”
“How’s that?” the sergeant at arms asked before Stone could.
His eyes flicked from Ogre back to Stone. “You know all her clients got a shit-ton of scratch?”
No fucking shit. “Figured nobody livin’ in your mom’s pop-up camper can afford Taryn’s meals.”
Shit Stain’s eyebrows pinched together. “What does that fuckin’ mean?”
Stone shook his head since his insult flew right over the prospect’s head. “Never fuckin’ mind. Yeah, know you ain’t deliverin’ to the local trailer park, dipshit. What about her clients?”
“Thinkin’ whenever I spot a luxury ride at these places, I can get the info and we can go back later to snag ‘em for the chop shop.” He added a huge shit-eating grin, like he thought his idea was fucking genius.
Stone wanted to wipe that grin off his fucking face. “Apparently, you weren’t fuckin’ thinkin’, you stupid fuck.” He took a quick glance toward the kitchen to make sure Taryn was still out of hearing distance. He lowered his voice anyway. “You start scoutin’ at her clients house, pigs might put together a pattern that’ll come back on her.”
“They ain’t gonna pin it on her.”
“Sure as fuck will. It won’t be marked up as coincidence if cages keep gettin’ pinched from the same goddamn houses where you delivered. And if that comes to fuckin’ light, it’ll destroy everythin’ she’s workin’ for and she might even catch a charge.” He leaned in until they were almost nose-to-nose and growled, “Don’t fuckin’ do it. You don’t shit where you eat.”
One side of Shit Stain’s mouth pulled up. “Got a thing for her, huh?”
Did that fuck for brains prospect really ask him that? “Think I answer your stupid fuckin’ questions?”
Taryn would never forgive him if she got caught up in their chop shop business. Hell, she didn’t even know it existed. He’d like to keep it that way.
But if he looked deep down, he realized his concern wasn’t losing someone to help with Sunny, it was losing her in general. If she even caught wind of them fucking over her clients, she’d be in that same wind.
And for some fucking reason, despite knowing this arrangement was only supposed to be temporary, that shit bugged him.
It shouldn’t since he knew better than to hook up with someone who couldn’t handle the life. And this damn silent treatment was proving she might not be able to handle it.
Next to him, Ogre was shaking his head. “Stupid is as stupid does. The road name Shit for Brains does fit him a fuck of a lot better than Shit Stain. Maybe us officers need to vote on changin’ it at the next meetin’.”
“Bet that vote will be unanimous.” Stone turned back to the prospect. “You do what you’re told, that’s fuckin’ it. She tells you to jump, you fuckin’ jump. I tell you to lick my fuckin’ boots, you drop to your knees and tongue my goddamn dirty boots. Ogre wants you to pick up Thor’s shit, then you pick it up with your bare fuckin’ hands.”
“I thought—”
“That’s the fuckin’ problem. You’re a goddamn prospect. You ain’t supposed to think,” Ogre growled.
“Got it.” Though, Shit Stain didn’t look happy about that fact.
Stone cocked an eyebrow at him. “Sure?”
“Yeah,” the prospect grumbled.
“Now, go do what you were told to do and get the fuck outta our faces. And keep your thinkin’ to a minimum before you hurt yourself.”