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THE KINGS
Stone had no clue if they were even still breathing. Didn’t matter. Their own club could check on them when they came to collect them.
Ransom joined them and gave Stone a nod of approval at what he saw.
“What’d you say?”
Ransom handed him the cell phone and Stone read the text message.
Some of your Souls got lost. Don’t worry, we found them. You can find them in the woods west of Trevorton. Got the next 6 hours. Any of you fuckers caught in Kings territory after that time limit, gonna suffer the same fate.
“Let’s get the fuck outta here!” Ransom glanced around. “You know what to do next!”
They all throw their heads back and, with fists raised, yelled, “Nobody fucks with the Kings!”
Boots stomping, chest beating, and ear-splitting hootsfilled the air.
It was enough to give Stone a damn chill.
It definitely made him smile.
The smile quickly died as he headed back to his sled and a waiting Taryn.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Three fucking days.
For three fucking days Taryn gave him the silent treatment.
Not only that, her kid was back to sharing Stone’s bed. Without Stone in it. He was back to sleeping on the goddamn couch.
It could’ve been worse. She could’ve taken Baby Bird and bolted, leaving him scrambling to find someone else to help with Sunny. At least she was keeping her end of the bargain. As much as she probably didn’t want to.
When he returned to his sled that day after dealing with the Twisted Souls, Taryn refused to meet his eyes and Bolt’s ol’ lady gave him a “good luck” look.
Once he swung his leg over his sled and started it, he told her to hang on and waited for her to do so.
She didn’t.
With his patience close to snapping, he finally grabbed her arms and wrapped them around him. “Hang the fuck on.”
Not only was she non-responsive, he detected a slighttremble. Setting his jaw, he took off, but not before wondering if Taryn was now afraid of him after seeing what he and his brothers were capable of.
He knew by not taking her back to The Castle and letting his brothers handle the situation, it was a risk. He also didn’t want to hide who the Kings were.
Her reaction also proved it was for the best that she wasn’t sticking around long-term. She wouldn’t be able to handle their lifestyle.
They weren’t fucking choir boys. Or Boy Scouts. They were goddamn one-percenters. They were not a club trying to go legit. They liked their lifestyle and wanted to keep it that way. They made good scratch, they had each other’s backs, and lived life however the fuck they wanted.
It was as perfect as it could fucking get.
Later that night, when she locked him out of his own damn room, all she said through the bedroom door was that she needed time to process what the Kings did to those other bikers.
He got it. For her, what happened had to be eye-opening.
For the Kings, it was everyday life.
