Page 118 of Property of Stone
“Him, too. She admitted she hadta get him help ‘cause of it.” Stone tapped his temple.
“Damn,” Ogre murmured, stroking his short beard.
“Wanna get him dealt with before he tries to snag Baby Bird or fuck up Taryn again.” Just thinking about that shit made his fingers curl into fists.
If that happened, Stone would lose his fucking shit. Worse than that day in the parking lot. Taryn had been a stranger then, she was far from that now.
So yeah, dealing with Vic the Dick was now personal.
“Since when the fuck you become some kinda white fuckin’ knight?”
“Since the second I saw that motherfucker poundin’ Taryn into the ground with the kid watchin’ it all and cryin’ so damn hard he was gettin’ sick. As much as I hate that cunt Sheena, I’d never do that shit to her. Especially in front of Sunny. She might be a shitty fuckin’ parent, but she’s still my girl’s mother.” He had to remind himself of that all the time. Because if it was up to him, he’d help Sheena disappear, too. And he wasn’t talking about a temporary stay in prison.
Once again, he had to remind himself he was far from a perfect parent himself. In fact, he probably shouldn’t be one at all. But the kid was still breathing so that was a good sign. Maybe. She sure used a lot of the air she breathed in to dish out unnecessary bullshit.
Hopefully she’d grow out of the terrible tens soon. Really fucking soon.
“Since Gentry’s gonna be released in a coupla days, askin’ for you to do me a solid by keepin’ an eye on Taryn and her kid if she’s here and I ain’t.”
This time Ogre didn’t hesitate. “You got it, brother. Thor and I will keep an eye on her when we’re around. But only ‘cause she makes damn good grub.”
Relieved, Stone clapped him on the back. “Thanks, brother.”
Ogre was about to move on but stopped as soon as Shit Stain walked into the cafeteria wearing the cook shirt Taryn required for deliveries. As he began to pass them, his feet stuttered to a stop and he turned back.
“You fuckin’ up?” Stone asked when the prospect came to stand in front of them, looking wired and like he had a damn secret to spill.
Shit Stain lips thinned out. “Has she complained?”
“Ain’t askin’ her. Askin’ you.”
“Been doin’ everythin’ she wants me to do. Ain’t gonna risk not gettin’ those rockers.”
“Good,” Stone murmured.
Shit Stain shuffled from foot to foot. “Hey, VP, figured you’d wanna know…these deliveries could be more of an opportunity than only makin’ that ten percent.”
“How’s that?” the sergeant at arms asked before Stone could.
His eyes flicked from Ogre back to Stone. “You know all her clients got a shit-ton of scratch?”
No fucking shit. “Figured nobody livin’ in your mom’s pop-up camper can afford Taryn’s meals.”
Shit Stain’s eyebrows pinched together. “What does that fuckin’ mean?”
Stone shook his head since his insult flew right over the prospect’s head. “Never fuckin’ mind. Yeah, know you ain’t deliverin’ to the local trailer park, dipshit. What about her clients?”
“Thinkin’ whenever I spot a luxury ride at these places, I can get the info and we can go back later to snag ‘em for the chop shop.” He added a huge shit-eating grin, like he thought his idea was fucking genius.
Stone wanted to wipe that grin off his fucking face. “Apparently, you weren’t fuckin’ thinkin’, you stupid fuck.” He took a quick glance toward the kitchen to make sure Taryn was still out of hearing distance. He lowered his voice anyway. “You start scoutin’ at her clients house, pigs might put together a pattern that’ll come back on her.”
“They ain’t gonna pin it on her.”
“Sure as fuck will. It won’t be marked up as coincidence if cages keep gettin’ pinched from the same goddamn houses where you delivered. And if that comes to fuckin’ light, it’ll destroy everythin’ she’s workin’ for and she might even catch a charge.” He leaned in until they were almost nose-to-nose and growled, “Don’t fuckin’ do it. You don’t shit where you eat.”
One side of Shit Stain’s mouth pulled up. “Got a thing for her, huh?”
Did that fuck for brains prospect really ask him that? “Think I answer your stupid fuckin’ questions?”
