Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
It didn’t. It had to do with taking care of him.
The blood drained from her face. “You don’t expect more than that, do you? Because if so—”
He grabbed her arm and turned her toward the propped-open double doors. “C’mon. Let’s go make sure my bad attitude hasn’t run away.”
“Did she threaten that?”
Stone huffed, dropped the cigarette butt, and crushed it beneath his boot.
Her mouth gaped open. “You’re just going to leave that there?”
“Like I said, sweet butts will get it. And yeah, she threatened to become a hobo and ride the rails so she no longer gotta listen to her dick of a dad.”
“I could imagine her saying that.”
“I don’t need to since I fuckin’ heard it with my own two ears.”
They headed down the long hallway toward the stairs at the end of the hallway that led up to the second floor.
When he opened the fire door for her to enter the stairway, she said, “These aren’t the stairs you came down the other day.”
“Nope. The Castle’s got three. One on each end and the main one in the center.”
“The Castle? But this is a former school.”
“Yeah, nickname for our clubhouse since we’re Kings.”
She stopped at the bottom of the steps. “Do you have a throne?”
“Yeah. At the head of the table.”
“I don’t know what any of that means.”
He jerked his chin up, indicating she should head upstairs. She shot him a frown but began to hoof it up the steps.
Stone watched her hips and ass rock and roll with each step she took. “You will. More time you spend here, the more you’re gonna learn.” Only, he was a bit worried that the more she learned about his MC, the more she wasn’t going to like it.
“But I don’t plan on spending time here and I don’t think Wren should, either. He’s very impressionable and—”
“Woman, he’s safer here than anywhere else.” Her son now being under Stone’s protection meant he was under his whole club’s protection, too. They’d make sure anyone regretted fucking with the kid.
Including the asshole whose nuts he spawned from.
But for now, he’d keep that to himself. She needed to be gradually introduced to this lifestyle. If she got overwhelmed, she might haul ass and he’d have to find someone else to help with Sunny.
This morning, he liked waking up to her being in his house. Despite him being stuck on the couch. Hopefully, he could convince her to change that sleeping arrangement soon.
“While that might be true, it’s not his safety I’m concerned about. Along that same vein, I don’t want him on the back of a motorcycle. He’s only six.”
“He liked it.”
“He also likes sour gummy worms for breakfast. That doesn’t mean I’ll let him eat them.” She paused at the midway landing.
“Keep goin’,” he urged.
“Shouldn’t you be leading the way?”
Fuck no. Then he wouldn’t get the view he was currently getting. “Ain’t nowhere to go but up. Ain’t gonna get lost.”
At the top of the stairway, she paused in front of the steel door.
While he doubted she expected him to open the door for her, he did it anyway, pretending he was a gentleman when he was far from that.
As soon as the door slammed behind them, he spotted another club girl headed their way.
At least she was fucking dressed. By dressed, he meant her tits and cunt were covered.
Of course, as soon as Flaps reached them, she gave him a sly smile and went toe-to-toe with him to rake her nails through his beard. “Hey, baby. Were you coming to find me? Do you want me to come visit you later once Sunny’s gone?”
Stone’s eyes sliced to Taryn. Like the sweet butt, she was waiting for his answer. Only, a grunt wasn’t going to cut it this time.
Fuck. “Ain’t gonna be here later.” He wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but that was what he was going with for now.
Flaps’s smile dipped downward. “Oh, too bad. I miss your beard tickling my—”
“‘Nother time.” Stone cut her off before she got into more specifics, grabbed Taryn’s elbow, and put some distance between the two women. He waited until he heard the fire door slam shut behind them to say, “That’s Flaps.”
Taryn groaned. “Flaps. Do I want to know how she got that name?”
She probably didn’t, but he’d tell her anyway. “Her lips flap. Both the ones on her face and the ones between her—”
“Got it!” Taryn shouted over him.
Stone smothered his smirk. “Got that nickname honestly.”
“As did Swallow, right?”
“And Loosey, Windy, Juicy, and Slick.”
Taryn groaned as they continued down the hallway. “I’m sensing a theme,”
“If the name fits…ain’t that right?”
“Actually…” she started.
“Anyway, you need somethin’, you tell them to get it for you.”
“I thought they were only here for sex.”
“Nope. They’re here to serve and service us.”
“Like slaves?”
“Ain’t slaves.”
“But why do they stay?”