Page 117 of Property of Stone
“Her cookin’s damn good, but bet that sweet as fuck pie is way fuckin’ better. No wonder you’re pissed about her freezin’ you out.”
Stone sighed. He wasn’t pissed. He was more annoyed.
“Also noticed since she moved in with you a few weeks ago you been sleepin’ at home every damn night.”
“‘Cause I got my nut nugget full time now. Only reason.”
“Thought her takin’ care of your baby girl was why you made that deal with her.” He jerked his chin toward the kitchen. “Also, should know I ain’t the only one noticin’ your lack of bustin’ a nut with the sweet butts.”
“Nobody should give a fuck where I’m stickin’ my dick. Anyway, how the fuck am I supposed to protect her and the kids if I ain’t at the house?” Why the fuck did he feel the need to defend his actions? He shouldn’t.
“Didn’t think her ol’ man was out yet.”
“Ex,” Stone corrected. “He ain’t. Two more days.”
If he had a connection inside at the prison where fucker was taking his concrete block staycation, he’d make sure the fucker never walked free again. He’d be ending his bid by leaving with a toe tag, not his personal belongings.
“Then what?”
“Then I’m gonna deal with him.”
Ogre pursed his lips as his gaze flicked back and forth between Stone and the kitchen. “She know you’re gonna eighty-six him?”
To the Kings,eighty-sixmeant to take someone eight miles out and bury them six feet under. When he heard Taryn use it one day he almost broke his fucking neck doing a damndouble-take. Wondering if she had some deep, dark secrets, he asked why she used that term. She explained it was common in the culinary industry when an item was removed from the menu due to running out of the ingredients to make it.
On one hand, he was relieved. On the other, also kind of disappointed she wasn’t some badass Ninja chef.
“No,” he answered the club enforcer.
“How d’you think she’s gonna react to you dealin’ with her boy’s daddy when it bothered the fuck outta her with how we dealt with those Twisted motherfuckers?”
Of course, that would be a fucking issue unless… “She don’t gotta know it was me.”
Ogre lifted an eyebrow at him. “Want me to handle it?”
“Appreciate the offer, brother, but fuck no. This ain’t a club issue, it’s personal.”
“I gotta remind you you’re out on probation?”
“Who ain’t?”
Ogre grunted again. “Ain’t that the fuckin’ truth. Think her ex is so whacked he’s gonna come lookin’ for her?”
“She’s got his kid, so gonna assume so, yeah. Also expect him to be pissed about her movin’ outta the house and puttin’ it up for sale.”
“What d’ya know about him?”
“Not much. Only got to know him up close and personal the day that motherfucker got handsy with her.”
“And you got handsy with him.”
“Couldn’t let him continue to beat the fuck outta her like that. Worse, in front of their goddamn kid.”
“Betcha that left a mark on him.”
“Sure did leave a mark on that fucker. Why I spent that long thirteen months on an unplanned vacation.”
“Meant the kid.”
