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)
Yeah, he’d have a talk with Slick. Showing Taryn around was making it painfully obvious that the sweet butts were slacking in their duties.
Taryn moved back to the center of the room and turned in a circle. “No bathroom?”
“Down the hall. Too much scratch to put plumbin’ in every room.”
“Showers?”
“Locker rooms off the old gymnasium. Stay here normally unless I got pissy pants over there.” He tipped his head toward the couch.
“The house is nicer.”
“Got two eyes in my own head. But when you’re shitfaced, all you need’s a bed and a place to piss.”
She wrinkled her nose. “The way it smells in here makes me wonder if you even get out of bed to use the restroom.”
He’d have to make it to his bed first.
“Get your shit and get ready to go,” he told Sunny. His daughter grumbled something under her breath but he let it go. He needed to start picking his battles with her.
When Stone heard a sharp intake of breath, his gaze sliced from his daughter to her. Her face was pale as she read something on her phone.
Within three long strides he was next to her. “What’s wrong?”
She handed him the phone without a word since she didn’t need to say shit, her trembling fingers said it all.
He quickly scanned the email generated from the Victim Notification System.
For fuck’s sake, looked like her asshole ex was getting his freedom soon.
After the kids went to bed, they went outside to discuss the shit with her ex. Stone was sprawled in one of the chairs with his knees bent and his boots spread wide, a cold beer next to his foot and a joint between his fingers while Taryn wore a path in the deck by pacing back and forth from one end to the other. She had one hand plastered to her forehead, the other planted on her hip.
He took another long drag on the joint, then held it deep before pushing the smoke out of his nostrils. The next time she passed him, he held it out to her. “Maybe some of this shit would help.”
She paused to stare at what he was offering. She bugged her eyes out at him. “The kids are just upstairs.”
“They ain’t asleep?”
“Wren is. I’m not sure about Sunny. I didn’t check in on her since I’m sure she has her room booby-trapped.” She flapped her hand around. “Anyway, only one thing will help in this situation.”
“What’s that?”
She didn’t answer but he already knew what it was. She just didn’t want to say it out loud. He didn’t blame her. Despite that fucker kicking her ass, she didn’t want to off the father of her son.
Though, that would be the best solution to keep her safe.
He held out the joint again. “Sure you don’t want a hit?”
She sighed and shook her head. “Someone needs to stay sober for the kids.”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Think I can’t function after smokin’ a little dope?”
“I don’t know, can you?”
“It’s pot. Ain’t heroin. One makes you chill, the other makes you useless. If anyone needs to fuckin’ chill right now, it’s you.”
“I can’t help it that I’m worried. The day I’ve been dreading is almost here.”
He snagged his beer to wash away some of his cotton mouth. “Babe, he don’t know where you are. Suggest movin’ Baby Bird’s school before the end of the month like we talked about. Get your house on the market ASAP. Sooner you dump that, the better.” Then the only thing left of her life Vic the Dick knew about would be her business. The only good thing about that was she rarely cooked at the same location. The bad thing was that motherfucker could set her up with a fake booking as a trap.
For fuck’s sake, that could be bad. ”Think he’ll seek you out?”
“He’s not going to be happy when he can’t find me or Wren. I already know he’s pissed about the PFAs and the fact he’ll never get even partial custody of our son again. Hell, he’ll be lucky if he gets supervised visitation. He’s not going to accept any of that and simply go away. He’s had more than a year to stew about it.”
Yeah, in the past he’d spent many a month in the joint planning on exacting revenge on whoever put him there. He hadn’t been out for blood with this Gentry asshole, but now that the man’s former family was living with Stone, he wouldn’t hesitate to do what needed to be done. No intervention by the pigs would be needed.
“I’m meeting the real estate agent at the house this weekend. Luckily, she said the market is still hot so it’ll sell fast. If I need to, I can take whatever equity is left, if any, and move somewhere he’ll never find us.”