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Taryn would never forgive him if she got caught up in their chop shop business. Hell, she didn’t even know it existed. He’d like to keep it that way.
But if he looked deep down, he realized his concern wasn’t losing someone to help with Sunny, it was losing her in general. If she even caught wind of them fucking over her clients, she’d be in that same wind.
And for some fucking reason, despite knowing this arrangement was only supposed to be temporary, that shit bugged him.
It shouldn’t since he knew better than to hook up with someone who couldn’t handle the life. And this damn silent treatment was proving she might not be able to handle it.
Next to him, Ogre was shaking his head. “Stupid is as stupid does. The road name Shit for Brainsdoes fit him a fuck of a lot better than Shit Stain. Maybe us officers need to vote on changin’ it at the next meetin’.”
“Bet that vote will be unanimous.” Stone turned back to the prospect. “You do what you’re told, that’s fuckin’ it. She tells you to jump, you fuckin’ jump. I tell you to lick my fuckin’ boots, you drop to your knees and tongue my goddamn dirty boots. Ogre wants you to pick up Thor’s shit, then you pick it up with your bare fuckin’ hands.”
“I thought?—”
“That’s the fuckin’ problem. You’re a goddamn prospect. You ain’t supposed to think,” Ogre growled.
“Got it.” Though, Shit Stain didn’t look happy about that fact.
Stone cocked an eyebrow at him. “Sure?”
“Yeah,” the prospect grumbled.
“Now, go do what you were told to do and get the fuck outta our faces. And keep your thinkin’ to a minimum before you hurt yourself.”
Stone and Ogre exchanged amused glances as Shit Stain hurried back to the kitchen for his next delivery.
“Goddamn prospects,” Stone muttered with a shake of his head.
“Necessary evil. Can’t forget we were all wet behind the fuckin’ ears once.”
“Don’t think we were that fuckin’ stupid.”
“Problem is, stupid people don’t realize they’re fuckin’ stupid.”
Wasn’t that the fucking truth?
Chapter Twenty-Five
Taryn neededto decide what she was going to do next. The million dollar question was: should she stay or should she go?
If she stayed, could she live with what the Kings—and Stone—did to those other bikers?
If she left, could she live with herself if something happened to her that would take her away from her son, leaving him motherless? Or could she live with Vic kidnapping Wren and taking him somewhere Taryn couldn’t find them?
When it boiled down to it, the reality was she was in more danger from Vic than sticking around with Stone and his brothers. Vic had a personal vendetta against her. While the Kings, despite how dangerous they might be, had her back.
Her moral dilemma was likened to friending someone because they’d always been kind to her, then finding out they were a serial killer.
However, her only other option would be for her and her son to disappear to somewhere no one could everfind them. Unfortunately, that would take a lot of planning and money. It also meant they’d be leaving her mother, Wren’s only remaining grandparent, behind. And maybe never see her again.
Not only would they have to change their identities, she would need to find a new source of income. Not an easy thing to do. Plus, it would tank the career she’d worked so hard and spent so many years building.
Right now, her business was the only thing holding her life together. She couldn’t afford to give it up. While she wished she had enough equity in the house to be able to do that, the reality was, she didn’t.
She also didn’t want her and Wren to be forced into hiding or on the run like fugitives for the next few years, if not even longer. To always be looking over their shoulders.
Such an abrupt change in his life wouldn’t be fair to him, either. It would affect his education, his healthcare, his…everything.
She slapped a hand over her forehead and sighed. It was all too much but the reality was, Vic would be freed in less than forty-eight hours.
