Page 130 of Property of Stone
Some prisons let you walk out. Others bussed you out and dropped you off in town.
Thank fuck Gentry wasn’t being bussed. The screws didn’t like when you tailed their transport vehicle. It made the assholes with guns twitchy for some fucking reason.
When Gentry reached the section of the parking lot where family members parked and waited, he glanced around, looking for the ride that would never show up.
Luckily, Stone would help him out.
He pulled in a breath through his nostrils in an attempt to cool his rage at seeing this fucker again. Then pulled out of the parking spot and stopped in front of Gentry, resisting the urge to plow him the fuck over.
Stone had to remind himself that running Taryn’s ex down in front of a prison wouldn’t go over too fucking well. Ifhe did it in front of the guards and cameras, it would be him sitting inside that concrete box instead of outside, where he preferred.
He tipped the bill of his cap lower and powered down the Chevy’s passenger window. “You Victor Gentry?”
Gentry’s brow furrowed. “Yes?”
Stone jerked his head toward the rear passenger door. “Get in. I’m your ride. Sit on the passenger side. It’ll balance out the vehicle’s weight and help it ride better.”
He wouldn’t want any enemy sitting directly behind him. Since Gentry was fresh out of the joint from catching assault charges, the motherfucker most likely didn’t have any weapons on him, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do damage.
If Stone needed to take someone out and didn’t have a gun or knife on him, he still had other tools. Like his hands or belt. He didn’t need much to hurt or kill someone. A useful skill he’d picked up in one of his early prison bids.
“My brother’s picking me up.”
“He had an emergency. Booked my car instead.”
The man’s wet hair was now plastered to his head. Rain dripped down his face and his shirt was becoming soaked. “What emergency?”
“Didn’t ask because it’s not my business. My business is to transport you from point A to point B safely.” He had to speak slowly so he had time to carefully choose his words. If he started talking in his normal sloppy,don’t-give-a-fuckEnglish, he was afraid Vic the Dick might realize it was a trap.
Because bottom line, itwasa fucking trap. And that trap was about to snap shut.
“C’mon, man. If you don’t get in now, when you do, you’re gonna soak my back seat.”
Gentry’s head swiveled around one more time as if making sure his brother wasn’t waiting for him.
Stone had made sure he wasn’t.
Torch and Bolt carjacked him, threw Gentry’s brother right out on the street, and took off in his fancy Audi. The bonus was, those parts would bring in a sweet amount of scratch.
“You wanna stand in the rain or you wanna go home? The ride’s already paid for and isn’t refundable. So, no skin off my back either way.”
After grumbling something Stone couldn’t make out, Gentry finally opened the door and slid inside, looking like a wet fucking dog.
Stone kept his eyes on him using the rearview mirror. “Buckle up.”
Chopper had rigged the seat belt so it would lock and not release. The fucker would need to be cut free. They also had set the child-safety locks.
“Aren’t you supposed to have some sort of ride share license posted or something?”
Or something.“Got it in the glovebox. Had a problem with people trying to steal it. So, where you headed, friend?”
Gentry glanced over at the prison and sighed as he buckled up. “Anywhere has to be better than here.”
“I hear that.” Stone glanced once again in the rearview. “But still need an address. Can’t start drivin’ ’til I know where I’m goin’.”
Gentry rattled off an address and Stone plugged it into the car’s GPS. Now he had the man’s address in case the fucker tried any shit.
With one side of his mouth hiked up, he pulled out of the lot and headed south. But about a half hour into the long-ass trip, he altered the route.
