Page 82 of Property of Stone
But he damn well released the woman he never shouldhave laid a hand on. The same hand now jacked in a way it shouldn’t be.
Damn shame.
“She look like fuckin’ club property?” Stone growled.
“She’s…here…ain’t…she?” Gooch blew out a breath between each word. Most likely an attempt not to cry like the little bitch he was.
“Don’t ever fuckin’ touch shit you know’s off-limits. Thought I made myself fuckin’ clear about Taryn. Guess not. Since she’s livin’ under my roof, that means she’s off…fuckin’…limits.” His volume might have increased a cunt hair for those last three words.
At least enough to make Gooch wince.
Stone shot a glance toward Ogre where he sat at one of the cafeteria tables with Thor by his side. He had returned to finishing off a plate of whatever Taryn had made for one of her videos.
While the club’s enforcer had watched the whole exchange, he’d wait on Stone to decide the next step. And whether or not the enforcer should step in and take over.
Since they had somewhere to go and he didn’t want Taryn to witness the rest of the hard lesson about to be taught, Stone jerked his chin toward the injured prospect. Ogre dipped his head just enough to acknowledge the silent order. The sergeant at arms would take it from there.
“No, man! I didn’t know!” Gooch yelled. “Didn’t mean to step on your toes, brother.”
Stone sucked on his teeth. “You ain’t my brother. Ain’t nothin’ but dog shit. No more, no less. Guess you need a reminder of that.”
The panicked prospect insisted, “It won’t happen again! I fuckin’ swear!”
“Damn right it won’t.”
It would only take a flick of the sergeant at arms’ wrist for Thor to take down Gooch and rip out his throat. Stone had seen it before but not on one of their own. While impressive, it was goddamn gruesome.
“Let’s go,” he barked at Taryn, grabbing her elbow and steering her out of the cafeteria and toward the exit. “Time to pick up the kids.”
Once out in the hallway, she asked, “Are you mad at me?”
With a frown, he stopped and spun on her. “I look mad at you?” He thought he was controlling his temper pretty fucking well, all things considered.
“You look furious.”
With a shake of his head and once again taking long strides, he pulled her along with him. She glanced back over her shoulder toward the cafeteria.
Stone didn’t need to do the same since he knew what was about to happen. And he didn’t give a fucking shit. He trusted Ogre to do his job. He didn’t need to supervise it.
“What’s going to happen to him? What will Ogre?—”
“Don’t fuckin’ ask questions you don’t wanna know the answers to. Promise, you don’t wanna know.”
“But—”
Stone jerked to another stop. “Just said to let it go, yeah? You like him touchin’ you?”
With a set jaw, she plugged her hands on her hips. “Of course not. But that doesn’t mean I want him to be hurt.”
“How we deal with club business is just that…club business, so let it fuckin’ go, woman.”
“Listen, I don’t give a crap if you boss your brothers around, but you donotget to boss me around. We had this discussion before. I don’t work for you. I’m only helping you out temporarily.”
Damn.Despite fighting a grin—since he preferrednot to have his nuts permanently implanted in his body cavity by her knee—one side of his mouth pulled up.
“You think that’s funny?”
Yeah, he certainly liked the fire in her. His dick agreed. “Think it’s pretty fuckin’ hot when you snap back.” He grabbed her arm again and urged her forward. “C’mon, let’s go before Sunny starts textin’ me every five fuckin’ seconds askin’ where the fuck I am.” If she did, he’d lose his shit for real.
