Page 5 of Property of Stone
“Mommy!”
She winced when her boy squeezed in between them and hugged her thigh. Of course, still goddamn crying.
She placed a shaky hand on his head. “It’s okay.”
It wasn’t. But if that was what the kid needed to hear to shut up, then whatever, lie to him. “Who’s the piece of shit?”
Her already swelling eyes, one of them even had a blood spot developing, fell on the crumpled, unconscious asshole. “My ex.”
“Why the fuck are you meetin’ your asshole ex here with no one watchin’ your fuckin’ back?” Or packing heat.
“We meet here every Friday afternoon to exchange our son.”
“Does it always go this fuckin’ smoothly?”
She bared her teeth in a grimace. Yeah, he’d been there before. She had to be a fuckload of pain.
“I usually bring my mother. She’s been sick and I couldn’t find anyone else in time.”
“You let that abusive cocksucker take your kid?”
Her head jerked back, then she winced. “I don’t have a choice. It’s court-ordered.”
For fuck’s sake.What fucking kangaroo court allowed that? Asshole shouldn’t have visitations with a dead guppy that had been floating at the top of a fish bowl for the last thirty days, forget a living, breathing small human.
“You’re bleeding,” she whispered.
He glanced at his bloody knuckles. It was nothing. “Lot less than you.” He pulled a bandana from his back pocket and shoved it at her. “Here. Press this against…”Fuck.Her eye, her nose, her mouth; she was bleeding in too many damn places. She could choose where to use it.
She took it and when she pressed it against her nose, she hissed in pain.
“You need to get yourself checked out. Gonna be hurtin’ for a while. Now…it’s been fuckin’ fun but I gotta?—”
That was when he heard it.
The goddamn sirens. The squealing tires.
Christ.
Then he saw it.
The flashing pig party lights.
The one party he tried to never attend.
Too fucking late.
The three little pigs barreled toward him like he was the big, bad wolf and was about to blow down their fucking house.
He ground out another curse as the three cruisers parked a half circle behind Honda and Asshole’s cage.
As if on cue, all three driver’s doors opened and pigs from the local PD crouched behind them, using them as shields. All with guns drawn.
Of fuckin’ course.Fuck the tasers and go right for the kill shot.
“Turn around and lace your fingers behind your head!” shouted one uniformed oinker.
He set his jaw and contemplated his choices.
