Page 20 of Property of Stone (Kings of Anarchy MC: Pennsylvania #1)

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.”

Stone didn’t like the sound of that. It had only been a couple of days since she’d moved in and now she was already planning on shipping out?

That would leave him fucked when it came to Sunny.

He’d be scrambling to find someone to watch her who wasn’t a sweet butt.

Until he had a lead for a possible house mouse, Taryn was his best option.

“Court’s gonna let you take your boy outta state? ”

“I don’t know. I don’t see why not if Vic is a threat.”

“He ain’t a threat to Baby Bird. Just to you.”

When that reality hit her, Taryn collapsed into the chair next to him, dropped her head, fisted her hair, and released a scream she tried but failed to muffle.

Hopefully, it didn’t wake the damn kids. He didn’t want them overhearing this line of conversation.

He took another hit of the joint before licking his fingertips and putting it out by pinching the end.

He tucked the remainder into the tin he had put in the front pocket of his jeans since he’d left his cut inside.

“Got you covered, babe. We agreed, you do for me, I do for you. Here’s one thing I’m gonna do.

Once he’s out, gonna have me or one of my brothers shadowin’ you at all times.

If I ain’t with you, one of them will be. You go nowhere without one of us.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. “Stone…”

“Nope. Ain’t a negotiation. It’s a rule. One that ain’t gonna be broken. Tell me you get me.”

“I hear what?—”

“No. That ain’t it.”

“Listen—”

“No.”

“But—”

“No.”

She growled.

He grinned.

“Fuck you.”

His grin widened. “All right. Where you wanna do it? Right here on the deck?”

“That’s not funny. ”

Or they could do it in his truck. Her Honda. A closet. He didn’t fucking care. When he got back earlier, she had already changed into skin-tight leggings and one of those cotton tank tops. Only problem with that was, tonight she wore a sports bra under it that flattened out her tits.

That had to go. If it was up to him, he’d shred the fucking thing with his knife.

“Hear me laughin’? The deal is I protect you. Doin’ my job.”

“And I need to do my job. My clients aren’t going to want a bearded, beer-bellied biker that smells like whiskey and weed in their kitchen. I’ll lose business.”

“They can sit in your cage while you work.” He needed to consider getting her a different vehicle, too.

Vic the Dick would probably recognize it.

The club had plenty of vehicles to choose from.

Parking lots full. All they had to do was choose one, snag it without getting caught, and swap out the VINs.

“Stone…”

Only, she’d probably shit a brick if she found out she was driving a stolen cage. But at least it would be better than the piece of shit she was driving now.

Beggars couldn’t be fucking choosy.

“Woman. This ain’t a negotiation but a fuckin’ fact. Just accept it if you don’t wanna end up in the hospital again. Or worse.”

She deflated in the chair next to him. Like she lost all will and was giving up. “How the hell did I get here?”

She wasn’t asking him but he answered anyway.

“Married the wrong fuckin’ guy. You ain’t the first; ain’t gonna be the last. Wanna say that most women learn after hookin’ up with their first motherfucker but that ain’t true.

Some never fuckin’ learn.” Windy was one of them.

Somehow she got knocked around by every dick she ever set her eyes on.

She was a “motherfucker magnet.” Becoming a sweet butt was the best thing for her.

Nobody would fuck with her now. And if they did, they would quickly learn…

Nobody fucked with the Kings.