Page 59 of Property of Stone
“Is that common?”
“If we let it get outta control. That’s why we got rules.” Everybody had rules. Members, prospects, ol’ ladies, and sweet butts. But they weren’t all the same. The club’s bylaws covered most of the rules, but not all.
“What would they cause drama about?”
“Woman, askin’ too many fuckin’ questions.”
“I’m curious. I want to learn more about this lifestyle since it now touches me and Wren.”
He had to give her that. She had a son to worry about. “Ol’ ladies like to give the sweet butts shit if their ol’ man’s stickin’ their dick in them.”
“I’d imagine thatcouldcause some drama.”
“But we don’t wanna hear it. Don’t wanna see it. Ol’ ladies and the club wh— girls know the deal. And if they don’t, they learn real fuckin’ fast if they wanna keep that cut on their back.”
“It sounds like if they follow the rules and don’t get into cat fights, they”—she lifted one finger—“get money to get tested for STDs and they”—she lifted a second finger—“can only have sex with club members.” She dropped her hand and shook her head. “That doesn’t sound like a fair deal.”
“Ain’t all they get. They get a wad of scratch every month for whatever the fuck they need. Food, clothes, for their kids, whatever. They need wheels, they get wheels. They need their wheels worked on, we take care of it. They get fed. They get a roof over their heads without payin’ a fuckin’ dime. No rent, no utilities, no nothin’.”
“Basically, they get transportation, room and board,” she summarized, “in exchange forserving and servicingyour brotherhood.”
His chin jerked back into his neck. “That ain’t enough?”
Taryn shrugged. “I can’t speak for them.”
But shecouldspeak for herself. “What about for you? You now got room and board, too, at no cost to you.”
“I can’t say there isn’t a cost…”
“Ain’t even takin’ my dick.” But that could easily be changed. All she had to do was say the word. He’d have his fucking jeans down around his ankles in a flash. He’d have no problem looking past that get-up she wore when she worked.
“We already negotiated a deal.”
“Might need to renegotiate.”
She made a noise that didn’t sound like she agreed with him.
They stopped in front of one of the converted classrooms on the opposite side of the building from the cafeteria. The pane of glass in any of the old classroom doors that remained had been blacked-out for privacy, but he didn’t need to see inside to know his girl was in there fuming. It was obvious from the blare of the television easily heard through the thick wood door.
Yeah, her teenage years were going to be a fucking blast. “This one’s mine.”
The door better not be locked. If it was, he was taking Sunny’s phone out to the pavement and running it over with his fucking truck.
He was relieved when the knob turned easily. She must have learned her lesson the last time she locked him out during one of her preteen tantrums. He had grabbed his tools and removed her bedroom door.
Problem fucking solved.
She didn’t get her door back for a month since, at the time, she had been only staying with him on the weekends.
The officers all got corner rooms since they had more windows. Unlike the other former classrooms, they had two stretches of windows instead of one. Having a shitload of windows allowed him to open them all up and air out his room when it started to smell too much like tobacco, pot, and pussy. Not to mention dirty clothes.
The view was pretty damn good, too.
But of course, Sunny had all of the blinds pulled shut and the room was dark as fuck. The only light came from the glow of the television. He swore the volume had to be up around level fifty.
He got no response from his girl when he grabbedthe remote off the couch cushion, shut off the TV, and tossed the remote out of reach.
He stopped in front of Sunny where she was curled up on the couch.
