Page 86 of Property of Stone
Most likely at the occupants, too.
As soon as the Honda rolled to a stop, the rear driver-sidedoor was flung open and his girl climbed in with a very audible huff followed by a loud announcement of, “You’re late.” Like her old man couldn’t tell fucking time.
“Better late than never,” he muttered, his eyes locked on Taryn’s ass as she climbed out of the cage to help her kid get in.
“Never would mean I’d go into foster care. Maybe my new family would let me have my phone.”
“Doubt it.”
“Should we test that theory?”
Why did he get served generous helpings of shit from his spawn while Taryn got hugs from hers? Maybe he needed to trade in his decade-old model for a new one. “Sure. You wanna go into foster care? Live with some strangers that got a shitload of other nut nuggets? Gonna hafta share a room. Wear hand-me-downs. Will get no fuckin’ allowance and loads of fuckin’ rules. Gonna learn quickly that poutin’ won’t get you what you want.”
“I don’t get what I want now.”
He glanced at his mouthy daughter in the rearview mirror as she strapped in without being told, unlike her old man. “Yeah? What shit don’t you got? Ain’t sufferin’ for nothin’.”
“I don’t have my phone.”
“Then get a fuckin’ job and buy one.”
“You get a job!” Sunny snapped back just as Taryn finished getting Wren settled in his booster seat.
Some days he regretted sticking his dick in Sheena more than others. Today was one of those days. “Baby Bird don’t got a phone.”
“Because he’s a baby!”
Stone winced at her high-pitched shriek. Good thingTaryn had her door open as she climbed back in, otherwise his eardrums might have ruptured.
“I’m not a baby!” Wren yelled back.
For fuck’s sake.Who the fuck became a parent willingly and chose to deal with this kind of shit?
He should have gotten neutered the second he was capable of getting a hard-on.
Sunny rolled her brown eyes. “If you’re not a baby, then why did you cry at lunch?”
What the fuck?
Both he and Taryn spun in their seats. “You cried at lunch? Why?”
Wren lowered his eyes, pulled in a big breath and pushed out his bottom lip.
When he didn’t answer his mother right away, Stone repeated the question. He wanted some damn answers. “Why’d you cry at lunch, Baby Bird?”
“A kid took my lunchbox.”
He expected Taryn to get bent out of shape about Wren answering Stone instead of her, but then she shouted, “What?”
“What the fuck?” Stone barked. “Which kid?”
“Dunno his name.” Wren held up a hand over his head. “Big kid. Much bigger than me.”
“Everyone’s bigger than you,” Sunny muttered.
Wren pounded his fist on his thigh. “That’s not true!”
For fuck’s sake, his girl was a pro at pissing people off.
