Page 35 of Property of Stone
“Can’t fire someone you don’t pay.”
Her brow dipped low. “Are you stiffing them?”
“Could say that.”
“Then, no wonder the house looks like this.”
“Know that little computer you got in your hand?”
“My phone?”
“Yeah, that. Might wanna do another search.”
She stared at him. With pursed lips, she pulled up the search engine again and typed in… “Is it one word or two?”
“Don’t fuckin’ know or care.”
Fine, then.She typed it out as two first and once again read the resulting definition out loud. “Women who hang around the club and make themselves available for sex.”Oh.“Those women…”
“Yeah.”
“They’re…”
“Yeah.”
She quickly scanned the page further. She had to close her gaping mouth to ask, “They’repropertyof your club?”
“Basically.”
“Juicy?”
“Yeah.”
“She and that blonde…did they have sex with you because theyhadto or because they wanted to.”
“Nobody’s forcin’ any of our sweet butts to do shit,” he grumbled.
“So, they can say no.”
“Sweet butts don’t say no.”
“Are they the only two?”
“Fuck no.”
“Just how many—” She lifted a hand and shook her head. “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know how many women allow themselves to be used like that.”
“Their choice. Again, no one’s fuckin’ forcin’ them to be a club wh—” His head twitched. “Girl.”
“A what?”
“No one’s forcin’ them to be a part of our club. It’s a fuckin’ volunteer position.”
“Are all women property of the club or is it just these”—she waved her hand around—“sweet butts?”
“Any woman tied to our club’s under our protection.”
That answer had her narrowing her eyes on him.
