Page 16 of Property of Stone
“No, ain’t an emergency, brother. Some girly’s here wantin’ to see you.” Patch eyed her up and down. “Possibly. Says she knows you. Maybe you fucked her before since she said she’s here to thank you for your service.”
Heat licked at her cheeks. “No, I?—”
With a scowl, Patch turned his back on her. “Whatya wanna do? Want her to wait outside? Or you want me to send her up to join you?”
Join him? Doing what?
“Sure? She ain’t half bad. Hard to see her tits under whatever the fuck she’s wearin’, though. Ass looks sweet enough.”
When was he checking out her ass?
“Yep. You got it, brother.” Patch stabbed at the screen to end the call, then tucked his phone away. He turned back to Taryn. “Come with me.”
She quickly followed on his heels as he yanked open the door and went inside. Of course, not holding it for her. She caught it before it closed and quickly ducked through the doorway.
The school was definitely different on the inside, where a lot of updates had been done, versus the outside. The wide hallways remained but most of the doors to what might have once been classrooms were solid and without windows, making it impossible to see what was going on behind them.
The walls had been repainted and the floors were a polished concrete instead of tile or laminate.
She took as much in as she could as she tried to keep up with Patch. For an older, heavyset gentleman—and she wasbeingverygenerous with that title—he was sure fast on his feet.
He stopped in an area that had the chained front doors to her left and a wide stairway to her right.
The huge design under her feet matched what was on the back of Patch’s vest.
Interesting.
“Stay here. Stone said he’d be down when he’s done.”
“Done with what? And who is Stone?”
“More like done with who.” Patch pointed at the floor. “Stay there. For your own good, best if you don’t move.”
Along the same vein as the no trespassing signs, his warning sounded ominous.
“Wait. I…”
Ignoring her, he continued across the foyer, if that was what it was called, and down the opposite hallway, eventually disappearing through a doorway on the right.
“Shit,” she mumbled under her breath, then glanced up the stairway. She could only see as far as the first landing, where the stairs took a turn.
Wondering how long she’d have to wait, she slowly spun in a circle. The interior was really in much better shape than expected after seeing the unkempt and trashed exterior. Was it spotless? No. Garbage had accumulated in some corners but nothing like outside. Some graffiti-like writing also graced the walls.
She squinted, trying to make out some of it without moving from the spot she was assigned.
Grim was herewas written in what could be a black marker.
Beware the Ogrewas painted in large letters on another wall.
Grim? Ogre? Was this place turned into a haunted housefor Halloween? Because from what she saw so far, it would make a great one.
She twisted her head when she detected faint music at the far end of the hall. It took her a second to recognize Van Halen’sHot for Teacher.
Once again, she wondered about the purpose of the building and why James Conrad used it as his address. She glanced down at the design on the floor again.
Kings of Anarchy. Pennsylvania. MC.
MC…
