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)
He pulled in a breath through his nostrils in an attempt to cool his rage at seeing this fucker again. Then pulled out of the parking spot and stopped in front of Gentry, resisting the urge to plow him the fuck over.
Stone had to remind himself that running Taryn’s ex down in front of a prison wouldn’t go over too fucking well. If he did it in front of the guards and cameras, it would be him sitting inside that concrete box instead of outside, where he preferred.
He tipped the bill of his cap lower and powered down the Chevy’s passenger window. “You Victor Gentry?”
Gentry’s brow furrowed. “Yes?”
Stone jerked his head toward the rear passenger door. “Get in. I’m your ride. Sit on the passenger side. It’ll balance out the vehicle’s weight and help it ride better.”
He wouldn’t want any enemy sitting directly behind him. Since Gentry was fresh out of the joint from catching assault charges, the motherfucker most likely didn’t have any weapons on him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do damage.
If Stone needed to take someone out and didn’t have a gun or knife on him, he still had other tools. Like his hands or belt. He didn’t need much to hurt or kill someone. A useful skill he’d picked up in one of his early prison bids.
“My brother’s picking me up.”
“He had an emergency. Booked my car instead.”
The man’s wet hair was now plastered to his head. Rain dripped down his face and his shirt was becoming soaked. “What emergency?”
“Didn’t ask because it’s not my business. My business is to transport you from point A to point B safely.” He had to speak slowly so he had time to carefully choose his words. If he started talking in his normal sloppy, don’t-give-a-fuck English, he was afraid Vic the Dick might realize it was a trap.
Because bottom line, it was a fucking trap. And that trap was about to snap shut.
“C’mon, man. If you don’t get in now, when you do, you’re gonna soak my back seat.”
Gentry’s head swiveled around one more time as if making sure his brother wasn’t waiting for him.
Stone had made sure he wasn’t.
Torch and Bolt carjacked him, threw Gentry’s brother right out on the street, and took off in his fancy Audi. The bonus was, those parts would bring in a sweet amount of scratch.
“You wanna stand in the rain or you wanna go home? The ride’s already paid for and isn’t refundable. So, no skin off my back either way.”
After grumbling something Stone couldn’t make out, Gentry finally opened the door and slid inside, looking like a wet fucking dog.
Stone kept his eyes on him using the rearview mirror. “Buckle up.”
Chopper had rigged the seat belt so it would lock and not release. The fucker would need to be cut free. They also had set the child-safety locks.
“Aren’t you supposed to have some sort of ride share license posted or something?”
Or something. “Got it in the glovebox. Had a problem with people trying to steal it. So, where you headed, friend?”
Gentry glanced over at the prison and sighed as he buckled up. “Anywhere has to be better than here.”
“I hear that.” Stone glanced once again in the rearview. “But still need an address. Can’t start drivin’ ’til I know where I’m goin’.”
Gentry rattled off an address and Stone plugged it into the car’s GPS. Now he had the man’s address in case the fucker tried any shit.
With one side of his mouth hiked up, he pulled out of the lot and headed south. But about a half hour into the long-ass trip, he altered the route.
Of course, Gentry noticed. “Hey, you’re headed the wrong way.”
No shit. “Know a shortcut.”
“So do I and this isn’t it.”
“Gotta detour around some road construction. You know how those fu—those state workers love to inconvenience us taxpayers. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy your newfound freedom. I’ll get you home safely,” Stone lied.
Sitting back, Gentry murmured, “I miss driving.”
“Sure you missed a lot of stuff. What did you do to get locked up?”
There was a long hesitation before he answered, “My ex-wife was trying to use my son as an excuse to drain me dry financially.”
Bullshit. “Bitches, am I right? And using your kid against you like that? That’s pretty low.” Stone shook his head.
Gentry’s eyes met his for a split second in the rearview. His reaction reminded Stone to keep his English as squeaky clean as possible. But, damn, was it work.
“So, how’d that land you inside if she was the one stealing from you?”
“I tried to convince her to change her mind.”
Stone gripped the steering wheel hard so he wouldn’t reach back and throat punch the fucker. “And that landed you at Dallas?”
“Yes. Unfortunately, some jackass intervened and the police showed up.”
The “jackass” turned his head enough so Gentry could see his smile. “Think you convinced her?”