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He grinned.
“Fuck you.”
His grin widened. “All right. Where you wanna do it? Right here on the deck?”
“That’s not funny.”
Or they could do it in his truck. Her Honda. A closet. He didn’t fucking care. When he got back earlier, she had already changed into skin-tight leggings and one of those cotton tank tops. Only problem with that was, tonight she wore a sports bra under it that flattened out her tits.
That had to go. If it was up to him, he’d shred the fucking thing with his knife.
“Hear me laughin’? The deal is I protect you. Doin’ my job.”
“And I need to domyjob. My clients aren’t going to want a bearded, beer-bellied biker that smells like whiskey and weed in their kitchen. I’ll lose business.”
“They can sit in your cage while you work.” He needed to consider getting her a different vehicle, too. Vic the Dick would probably recognize it. The club had plenty of vehicles to choose from. Parking lots full. All they had to do was choose one, snag it without getting caught, and swap out the VINs.
“Stone…”
Only, she’d probably shit a brick if she found out she was driving a stolen cage. But at least it would be better than the piece of shit she was driving now.
Beggars couldn’t be fucking choosy.
“Woman. This ain’t a negotiation but a fuckin’ fact. Just accept it if you don’t wanna end up in the hospital again. Or worse.”
She deflated in the chair next to him. Like she lost all will and was giving up. “How the hell did I get here?”
She wasn’t asking him but he answered anyway. “Married the wrong fuckin’ guy. You ain’t the first; ain’t gonna be the last. Wanna say that most women learn after hookin’ up with their first motherfucker but that ain’t true. Some never fuckin’ learn.” Windy was one of them. Somehow she gotknocked around by every dick she ever set her eyes on. She was a “motherfucker magnet.” Becoming a sweet butt was the best thing for her. Nobody would fuck with her now. And if they did, they would quickly learn…
Nobody fucked with the Kings.
Chapter Twelve
Taryn really didn’t needto be reminded of one of the worst choices she’d ever made in her life. And she’d made quite a few doozies. But it was too late to right that wrong, so now she had to minimize the damage as best as she could.
It really sucked that once Vic got out, her life would changeagain. Taryn’s wish was to live in peace and raise her son to be a good man.
Not like his father.
“I understand we struck a deal, but please remember, I’m not workingforyou. You’re not my boss.” Stone could not give her orders and expect her to comply without question.
“Yep.”
That didn’t sound like he understood the assignment. “Yep? Consider me a volunteer. Anunpaidvolunteer.”
“Babe, that’s what a volunteer is…unpaid.”
Of course, he purposely missed the point. “I own a business.”
“Yep.”
She sighed and raked fingers through herhair. “Again, that means you’re not my boss. Our deal doesn’t mean you get to dictate everything in my life now.”
“Yep.”
She squeezed her eyes shut while gritting her teeth. It was important he was clear on that point. “You know what that means?”
“Yep.”
