Page 81 of Property of Stone
They got the money? They might only get a few broken fingers as a late fee.
They don’t?
Yeah, a few broken fingers would be the least of their worries. They might be missing those fingers. Or some teeth. Even a whole hand. It all depended on the amount owed and what the loan shark wanted in “interest.”
Doing collections was one of his favorite things to do. Assholes desperate enough to borrow money from an “illegal banker” never went to the cops. No matter how many broken bones or severed digits they earned for not making their loan payments in a timely manner.
Excuses didn’t work for loan sharks. They didn’t give a fuck what the issue was, they just wanted their fucking money. Of course with an inflated amount of interest. Itpissed the lender off even more when they had to lose a cut of that scratch to the Kings.
Stone’s MC occasionally did a little loan sharking of their own, but only with people they knew could make payments. Charging an insane amount of interest was easy scratch for the club.
He needed to leave soon to get those jobs done but he had to wait on Taryn to finish putting her shit away after recording the last video on her list. They had come directly to the clubhouse in her Honda after dropping the kids off at school this morning. Tomorrow, he’d let her drive herself so he could go do his thing while she did hers.
But that was tomorrow. Today, he wanted to be close enough to keep an eye on her, but not up her ass. So he leaned back just inside the propped-open cafeteria doors with a knee bent and a boot planted on the wall. Taking a long drag on his cigarette, he caught glimpses of her behind the school’s former serving line, cleaning up and putting shit away.
By the time he finished his smoke and had crushed it under his boot, she appeared from the kitchen and headed in his direction with a smile filling her face and a spring to her step.
Cooking made the woman happy.
Stuffing their pie holes made his brothers happy.
A match made in fucking Heaven.
But her trek to him came to a complete stop when someone stepped into her path.
Stone’s eyes narrowed on one of their newer prospects.
What the fuck was Gooch doing?
When Taryn tried to skirt around him, he once again blocked her, reaching for the strand of hair that had escaped her bun and twisting it around hisfinger.
Fuck that shit.Stone’s teeth clenched and he pushed off the wall.
Gooch playing with her hair was a control move the shit-for-brains was trying to pass off as flirty. Stone saw right through that bullshit.
So did Taryn.
With her previous smile now upside down, she jerked her head back, trying to free herself.
As much as Stone wanted to rush over to them, he waited to see if Gooch found his smarts.
Or caught a knee to his nuts since Taryn was not happy.
She wasn’t the only fucking one.
Whatever hissed warning came out of her mouth made it look as though she was spitting venom. Then Gooch prevented her from skirting around him with a tighter grip on her hair. A hold no longer playful, but forceful.
The prospect must’ve missed the memo about Taryn being off-limits, since, apparently, Gooch’s fucking pea brain had dropped from his head to his dick. Stone would be happy to help him put it back into place.
It was time to step in and school the motherfucker on what level a prospect was in their MC…
Rock bottom.
From the corner of his eye, he saw one side of Ogre’s mouth hike up as he sat back to watch the upcoming lesson.
Stone was there in a few long and determined strides. “Let her fuckin’ go.”
Not waiting for the answer, he grabbed a wide-eyed Gooch’s wrist and twisted with enough force to break more than just his grip. With a satisfyingsnap, crackle, pop, the prospect’s knees buckled and he shouted in pain.
