Page 37 of Property of Stone (Kings of Anarchy MC: Pennsylvania #1)
Chapter Twenty-Two
Stone twisted the throttle to make sure he didn’t drop too far back and out of formation.
Despite being vice president, Stone usually took tail with Ogre. Once voted in, the sergeant at arms began to ride in the back of the lineup where it was easier to keep an eye on everyone. He hated to keep looking behind him to make sure everyone was okay.
Instead, Wheels, their road captain, led the pack taking the VP’s normal spot and Ransom, the president, rode to his left.
The formation was long this afternoon. Since the weather was perfect—a rare occurrence in Pennsylvania—almost everyone had joined the run.
Because Taryn was able to convince her mother to watch the kids— thank fuck— her pussy was currently smashed against his ass, her tits into his back, her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, and her hands planted firmly on his gut under his cut.
For some damn reason, having her on the back of his sled just felt right. And that spot wasn’t normally filled unless he brought along Sunny.
Not even twenty minutes into the run, Stone curled a possessive hand around her knee. Because, again, it felt natural. Of fucking course, that got some looks of surprise from his nosy-assed brothers.
Thank fuck he didn’t give a shit about what they thought.
The same way he didn’t give a fuck about the smart-ass grins he got when he originally pulled up to the formation with Taryn as his backpack.
He had no damn reason to keep the fact that she was sharing his bed from his brothers. When it came down to it, he didn’t give a shit about their opinion on it.
Never did, never would.
But including her on the run also cemented the fact that, during the time Taryn was under the Kings’ protection, his brothers needed to remain hands off. They were welcome to eat her food but fuck if they were getting their mouths anywhere near her pussy. That was reserved for Stone.
Anybody else would get their tongue cut out.
Maybe even a few fingers broken, if not plugged in the forehead with a forty-five caliber round from his Smith & Wesson.
At the two breaks they made along the route, Taryn would stretch her legs and try to strike up a conversation with some of the ol’ ladies along for the ride.
While it pissed Stone the fuck off that most of the women side-eyed her, their reaction was to be expected. It usually took a while for the Kings’ sisterhood to warm up to someone new since most women who came around the club didn’t stick around long.
Most for not more than a night.
Some women glorified the MC life in their head and thought they could handle a “bad boy,” but in reality, found it was far from what they expected. The lifestyle wasn’t for everyone. Fact was, it could be brutal.
No fucking lie, getting involved with a biker could be rough on a good day. The ol’ ladies had to grow thick-as-fuck skin and figure out ways to wrangle their stubborn men without them being aware of it.
Out of necessity, they became damn good at it.
Watching the members of the sisterhood skillfully manipulate Stone’s brothers could be more entertaining than watching a bad-ass action flick. He always had a chuckle when his biker brother finally figured it out. Usually after it was too late.
A grin grew under the bandana covering the lower half of his face. The one he used so he wouldn’t have to pick bugs from between his teeth later.
Taryn chose not to wear a helmet either and, instead, had borrowed a skull cap from him to keep her long hair from becoming a tangled fucking knot. She had no need to cover her face, besides wearing sunglasses, since Stone made the perfect bug and debris shield.
His fingers automatically flexed around her knee when the memory of the other morning popped into his head.
Stone had watched Taryn attempting to train Shit Stain, the one ordered to do her deliveries since no one else stepped up.
The prospect grumbled when he found out he was the “chosen” one and wore a grumpy puss as Taryn went about explaining how to do the deliveries and deal with her clients.
Stone risked busting a nut with how hard he laughed at the whole damn thing.
Dealing with Shit Stain was proof that Taryn had the patience of a fucking saint. And explained why she could deal with Sunny and her larger-than-life attitude .
Once she finished teaching Shit Stain what to say and how to act during the deliveries—and made him practice a few times—Stone warned him that if she lost any clients due to something he said or did, consequences would follow.
The prospect took that warning seriously and stopped his grumbling. At least in front of Stone. He also told Taryn loudly in front of Shit Stain that if the prospect caused her any problems to let him know and he’d handle it.
That made Taryn chew on her bottom lip since she was getting a clue as to how Stone “handled” things. It sure as fuck wasn’t with an employee review.
While watching the circus, Ransom had stepped up next to Stone and bumped their shoulders together. “What the fuck, brother? She’s tryin’ to teach that stupid motherfucker how to be polite?”
“Yeah. Had doubts that the fuckin’ idiot was even teachable.”
The Kings’ president smirked. “He’s provin’ you wrong.”
“Ain’t so sure about that. At least it’s been entertainin’. Let’s see how far she fuckin’ gets before askin’ for someone with a half a brain to replace him.”
“Then I guess you won’t be doin’ them, either,” he said on a chuckle. “Hell, after dealin’ with his dumb ass, she might end up sneakin’ out to do her own damn deliveries.”
“Better fuckin’ not,” he growled.
Ransom barked out a laugh and slapped him on the back. “Have her make up a buncha prepackaged meals for us. Would be nice to be able to eat some decent food when she ain’t here.”
“She already planned on doin’ that since the club’s coverin’ the groceries, remember? But we never decided what our cut’s gonna be for usin’ Shit for Brains.”
Ransom pursed his lips and scraped a hand down his bearded cheek. “For fuck’s sake. We began to discuss it at the meetin’ but got off track.”
“Like fuckin’ normal. So, whataya think? She wants to know since she’s gonna have to figure that into what she charges these rich cucks.”
“Thinkin’ at least ten.”
That was the number Stone already had in his head. He figured it was more than fair. “Ten’s a good number. Can’t imagine she’ll bitch at that.” Though, most women found any reason to bitch. As did a certain ten-year-old girl child.
Ransom cocked an eyebrow. “And if she does?”
“Gonna tell her ten and that’s that.”
The prez hooted softly. “That’s that? Good fuckin’ luck with that, brother.
You know that ain’t always how it works with goddamn women.
Can tell you ain’t never dealt with pussy longer than it takes to shoot your load.
If you think your baby girl’s attitude sucks ass when she ain’t happy, wait ’til you deal with that same shit from a full-grown woman. ”
“Forgettin’ that it’s ‘cause of that same baby girl I gotta deal with that kinda shit from the cunt she came outta. Only fucked Sheena once and now gotta deal with nasty attitude for at least another eight goddamn years. Worst prison fuckin’ sentence I ever served.
“ Thinking about Sunny’s mother always made his damn blood pressure rise.
“Anyway, already told Taryn the club’s takin’ a cut. ”
“Just ‘cause you told her don’t mean she listened.”
“She heard me,” Stone muttered. “Gonna tell her ten percent.”
“And that’s that. ” With a shake of his head, Ransom disappeared. Stone could hear him chuckling all the way down the hallway.
Stone turned his attention back toward Taryn and Shit Stain. Not only did the prospect still look miserable as fuck, but now so did Taryn. Despite that, she was still managing to cling to whatever patience she had left.
The fact she made the prospect wear the button-down cook’s shirt she bought the night before might have something to do with him looking so fucking miserable.
They had taken the kids along with them down to Harrisburg to pick up needed supplies at Restaurant Depot, then headed to the Cracker Barrel for dinner.
Stone had to admit the restaurant chain’s food was crap. He used to think it was decent until he compared it to Taryn’s.
The woman was certainly spoiling them with some damn good cooking. It was really going to suck once she moved out and he was back to take-out and microwaving frozen meals.
Even Sunny scarfed down every homemade meal, no matter how bent she still was about Taryn and Wren living with them. She might wrinkle her nose and pinch her face like she didn’t like it, but the proof she did was her clean plate.
Stone had hoped Sunny would accept Taryn and Wren faster than she was, but then, his daughter was stubborn like her old man. He could say she got it honestly.
Three hours into the run, Wheels gave the signal that they were heading back to the clubhouse. That warned his brothers that others could and would break out of formation if they had other shit to do.
The only thing Stone had to do was Taryn. His plan was to finish the run at The Castle and do her good in his room there since her mother was watching the kids. He couldn’t let that golden opportunity go to waste. He wasn’t sure if Taryn would agree, but his dick sure fucking did.
Since they avoided main roads whenever possible, they took the road that went through Trevorton, a tiny town south of Dead Man’s Hollow.
When their chapter was first established, they claimed a ten-mile radius around the former school as the Kings’ territory. Trevorton was located in that area, along with the diner just east of it, which was a regular stop for them, especially since it was a place where they didn’t get harassed.
So no one, not fucking one of them, expected to see four Harleys not belonging to any of the Kings lined up right out in front of the diner.