Page 107 of Property of Stone
He had no damn reason to keep the fact that she was sharing his bed from his brothers. When it came down to it, he didn’t give a shit about their opinion on it.
Never did, never would.
But including her on the run also cemented the fact that, during the time Taryn was under the Kings’ protection, his brothers needed to remain hands off. They were welcome to eat her food but fuck if they were getting their mouths anywhere near her pussy. That was reserved for Stone.
Anybody else would get their tongue cut out.
Maybe even a few fingers broken, if not plugged in the forehead with a forty-five caliber round from his Smith & Wesson.
At the two breaks they made along the route, Taryn would stretch her legs and try to strike up a conversation with some of the ol’ ladies along for the ride.
While it pissed Stone the fuck off that most of the women side-eyed her, their reaction was to be expected. It usually took a while for the Kings’ sisterhood to warm up to someone new since most women who came around the club didn’t stick around long.
Most for not more than a night.
Some women glorified the MC life in their headand thought they could handle a “bad boy,” but in reality, found it was far from what they expected. The lifestyle wasn’t for everyone. Fact was, it could be brutal.
No fucking lie, getting involved with a biker could be rough on a good day. The ol’ ladies had to grow thick-as-fuck skin and figure out ways to wrangle their stubborn men without them being aware of it.
Out of necessity, they became damn good at it.
Watching the members of the sisterhood skillfully manipulate Stone’s brothers could be more entertaining than watching a bad-ass action flick. He always had a chuckle when his biker brother finally figured it out. Usually after it was too late.
A grin grew under the bandana covering the lower half of his face. The one he used so he wouldn’t have to pick bugs from between his teeth later.
Taryn chose not to wear a helmet either and, instead, had borrowed a skull cap from him to keep her long hair from becoming a tangled fucking knot. She had no need to cover her face, besides wearing sunglasses, since Stone made the perfect bug and debris shield.
His fingers automatically flexed around her knee when the memory of the other morning popped into his head. Stone had watched Taryn attempting to train Shit Stain, the one ordered to do her deliveries since no one else stepped up. The prospect grumbled when he found out he was the “chosen” one and wore a grumpy puss as Taryn went about explaining how to do the deliveries and deal with her clients. Stone risked busting a nut with how hard he laughed at the whole damn thing.
Dealing with Shit Stain was proof that Taryn had the patience of a fucking saint. And explained why she could deal with Sunny and her larger-than-life attitude.
Once she finished teaching Shit Stain what to say and how to act during the deliveries—and made him practice a few times—Stone warned him that if she lost any clients due to something he said or did, consequences would follow.
The prospect took that warning seriously and stopped his grumbling. At least in front of Stone. He also told Taryn loudly in front of Shit Stain that if the prospect caused her any problems to let him know and he’d handle it.
That made Taryn chew on her bottom lip since she was getting a clue as to how Stone “handled” things. It sure as fuck wasn’t with an employee review.
While watching the circus, Ransom had stepped up next to Stone and bumped their shoulders together. “What the fuck, brother? She’s tryin’ to teach that stupid motherfucker how to be polite?”
“Yeah. Had doubts that the fuckin’ idiot was even teachable.”
The Kings’ president smirked. “He’s provin’ you wrong.”
“Ain’t so sure about that. At least it’s been entertainin’. Let’s see how far she fuckin’ gets before askin’ for someone with a half a brain to replace him.”
“Then I guess you won’t be doin’ them, either,” he said on a chuckle. “Hell, after dealin’ with his dumb ass, she might end up sneakin’ out to do her own damn deliveries.”
“Better fuckin’ not,” he growled.
Ransom barked out a laugh and slapped him on the back. “Have her make up a buncha prepackaged meals for us. Would be nice to be able to eat some decent food when she ain’t here.”
“She already planned on doin’ that since the club’s coverin’ the groceries, remember? But we never decided what our cut’s gonna be for usin’ Shit for Brains.”
Ransom pursed his lips and scraped a hand down hisbearded cheek. “For fuck’s sake. We began to discuss it at the meetin’ but got off track.”
“Like fuckin’ normal. So, whataya think? She wants to know since she’s gonna have to figure that into what she charges these rich cucks.”
“Thinkin’ at least ten.”
