Page 108 of Property of Stone
That was the number Stone already had in his head. He figured it was more than fair. “Ten’s a good number. Can’t imagine she’ll bitch at that.” Though, most women found any reason to bitch. As did a certain ten-year-old girl child.
Ransom cocked an eyebrow. “And if she does?”
“Gonna tell her ten and that’s that.”
The prez hooted softly. “That’s that? Good fuckin’ luck with that, brother. You know that ain’t always how it works with goddamn women. Can tell you ain’t never dealt with pussy longer than it takes to shoot your load. If you think your baby girl’s attitude sucks ass when she ain’t happy, wait ’til you deal with that same shit from a full-grown woman.”
“Forgettin’ that it’s ‘cause of that same baby girl I gotta deal with that kinda shit from the cunt she came outta. Only fucked Sheena once and now gotta deal with nasty attitude for at least another eight goddamn years. Worst prison fuckin’ sentence I ever served.“ Thinking about Sunny’s mother always made his damn blood pressure rise. “Anyway, already told Taryn the club’s takin’ a cut.”
“Just ‘cause you told her don’t mean she listened.”
“She heard me,” Stone muttered. “Gonna tell her ten percent.”
“Andthat’s that.” With a shake of his head, Ransom disappeared. Stone could hear him chuckling all the way down the hallway.
Stone turned his attention back toward Taryn and Shit Stain. Not only did the prospect still look miserable as fuck,but now so did Taryn. Despite that, she was still managing to cling to whatever patience she had left.
The fact she made the prospect wear the button-down cook’s shirt she bought the night before might have something to do with him looking so fucking miserable. They had taken the kids along with them down to Harrisburg to pick up needed supplies at Restaurant Depot, then headed to the Cracker Barrel for dinner.
Stone had to admit the restaurant chain’s food was crap. He used to think it was decent until he compared it to Taryn’s.
The woman was certainly spoiling them with some damn good cooking. It was really going to suck once she moved out and he was back to take-out and microwaving frozen meals.
Even Sunny scarfed down every homemade meal, no matter how bent she still was about Taryn and Wren living with them. She might wrinkle her nose and pinch her face like she didn’t like it, but the proof she did was her clean plate.
Stone had hoped Sunny would accept Taryn and Wren faster than she was, but then, his daughter was stubborn like her old man. He could say she got it honestly.
Three hours into the run, Wheels gave the signal that they were heading back to the clubhouse. That warned his brothers that others could and would break out of formation if they had other shit to do.
The only thing Stone had to do was Taryn. His plan was to finish the run at The Castle and do her good in his room there since her mother was watching the kids. He couldn’t let that golden opportunity go to waste. He wasn’t sure if Taryn would agree, but his dick sure fucking did.
Since they avoided main roads whenever possible, theytook the road that went through Trevorton, a tiny town south of Dead Man’s Hollow.
When their chapter was first established, they claimed a ten-mile radius around the former school as the Kings’ territory. Trevorton was located in that area, along with the diner just east of it, which was a regular stop for them, especially since it was a place where they didn’t get harassed.
So no one, not fucking one of them, expected to see four Harleys not belonging to any of the Kings lined up right out in front of the diner.
That had Ransom quickly slowing down the formation as they rode by. In unison, every damn head turned to check out the possible trespassers.
Stone had no idea who the sleds belonged to, whether they were only hobby riders or if they belonged to another MC. If it was the latter, that would be a major fucking problem.
Not only for the Kings but for those unknown MC members.
But first, they needed to verify who the fuck those Harleys belonged to. Could be a bunch of nobodies. Could be another club scouting their territory. Since the Kings have ruled their area since the late 70s, not one damn club in most of Pennsylvania didn’t know that fact.
Whether they had to learn it the hard way or not.
If a lesson needed to be taught today, he and his brothers would certainly take them to school.
It was Ransom, not Wheels, giving the signal to pull off ahead. Less than three miles later, they found an area large enough for all of them to get off the road.
Stone immediately heeled his kickstand down and swung a leg over his sled. Once his boots were planted solidly on theground, he yanked his bandana down to tell Taryn, “Stay here. Don’t get off my sled.”
“What’s going on? Is there a problem?”
He scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, might be a problem. Gonna discuss how to handle it.”
Her eyes might be hidden behind her dark sunglasses, but Stone couldn’t miss her deeply furrowed brow. “Should I be worried?”
