Page 2 of Property of Stone
He could find another cunt for his dick to fill. Because fuck if it would be that one.
He shook his head.Damn shame.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t check out her sweet tits. Or enjoy an eyeful of the smooth bare legs he’d like sandwiching his face as she reached into the back seat again. She kept one hand locked on the kid while pulling out what looked like an overnight bag.
Then his goddamn view was blocked by some asshole who had parked right next to her and got out.
Weird that they were the only two vehicles in the farthest area of the lot. There was no reason for the dick to park right next to her with all the empty spots elsewhere. Unless…
Stone narrowed his eyes, took them in for a second, then headed toward his sled on the other side of the lot while still keeping them in his sights. The newcomer could be some trafficker wanting to snatch the kid or the woman, or,fuck, both. Despite the lot being busy, it was fucking stupid of her to park in an isolated area.
He hopped on his sled and after his girl roared to life, he began heading in that direction.
By the time he could see their vehicles again, he was still several rows away. He kept one eye on them and the other watching for cages backing out of spots and distracted pedestrians. Getting struck by a clueless driver or running over Sally Shopper was not on his list of things to do today.
But what he saw next made him forget everything else in that fucking parking lot. It also made him scowl.
And caused his blood pressure to spike.
The man was now in her damn face. They weren’t having a civil conversation, either. Fuck no. The dickhead was yelling at her.
He couldn’t hear what was being shouted, but that shit didn’t matter. By her worried expression it, whatever it was, wasn’t good.
She turned in what appeared to be an attempt to ignore him and leaned inside the Honda again. The asshole continued to crowd her and spew whatever bullshit he was spewing.
She had to know him. If a stranger approached any woman Stone knew shouting like that, the asshole’s balls would find themselves deeply embedded in his body cavity. So deep that it would take surgical intervention to locate them again.
He had no fucking clue how she was keeping her shit together; he was on the verge of losing his and he wasn’t even involved.
His eyes flicked down to the kid to see him now bawling.
Stone slipped his Harley into a spot with a clear view of the two vehicles and shut it down, but remained straddling his sled.
Since the man hadn’t put his hands on the woman or kidyet, it would be smart if Stone kept his distance and only observed. But his gut was screaming that something was way the fuck off here.
When she turned after finding whatever she’d been searching for in the Honda, she was gripping a light-blue stuffed elephant.
The moment she offered it to the kid, Stone saw her flinch right before the man backhanded her. Her head jerked violently from the impact and the elephant went flying through the air.
Goddamn, that had to fucking hurt.
Holding a hand to her cheek, she stared at the asshole with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.
Before Stone could even react, she grabbed her kid and was encouraging him to climb back into the Honda. Only, the man stopped her by grabbing her arm, whipping her around and punching her right in the fucking face, knocking her to the pavement.
What the actual fuck?
Stone ground his teeth and threw his leg over his sled. It was time to get involved.
He could no longer see her face. She had covered it with her hands trying to protect it from further blows, since the man still stood over her and continued to wail on her like he’d lost his goddamn mind.
As his legs quickly ate up the distance to where they were parked, a man to his left yelled, “Don’t worry, I already called 9-1-1.”
Don’t fuckin’ worry?“Motherfuckin’ pussy,” he growled.
Don’t fucking worry, he’d handle it.
The asshole was now leaning over her, screaming and shaking a finger at her. That finger needed to be broken. Or severed. Or shoved up hisfucking ass.
