Page 48 of Property of Stone (Kings of Anarchy MC: Pennsylvania #1)

Gentry better hope someone eventually came along, otherwise, he would have a long fucking walk. If he was capable of walking after Stone was done with him.

Stone glanced at his cell phone. No coverage.

Perfect.

“This isn’t a gas station!” The fucker yelled loud enough to make Stone wince.

“None ‘round here.”

“There isn’t even a place to wait. Turn this car around and take me somewhere else!”

“Sound like a whiny bitch, Gentry.”

“What?”

“What fuckin’ part of that didn’t you understand?”

Gentry huffed, “That guarantees you won’t be getting a five-star rating.”

“Oh fuckin’ well,” he muttered as he finally stopped about a quarter mile from the paved road.

Despite the fact they were now out in the woods with nothing around, Gentry immediately tried to get out. “The seatbelt is jammed!”

Another quick glance in the rearview showed that Gentry was yanking on the seatbelt in a panic.

That wasn’t even the reason he should be panicking. But he’d find that out soon enough. “It can be funny like that. Need to get that fixed. Hold on, gonna help you.”

“What kind of piece of shit is this? The door’s stuck, too.” He was shoving at it with all his might.

If he kept yanking on the door handle like that, it would break the fuck off. Then Stone was going to shove it up the man’s ass. “Said I’m gonna help you. Give me a second.”

Stone pulled the keys from the ignition and buried them deep in his front pocket, then shoved open the driver’s door, got out, and rounded the vehicle. He pulled open the passenger door. From all dickhead’s yanking, the seatbelt had tightened even more, pinning him to the back seat.

What a fuckin’ shame.

“Got a message for you from the jackass...” He yanked off his hat and glasses and tossed them inside the car. Stone pulled up his sleeves to expose his tats and smiled. “Remember me, motherfucker?”

Gentry’s eyes went wide, then he immediately scrambled for his cell phone. “You! I’m calling the fucking cops.”

Besides no cell coverage where they were, Stone knew from experience that the man’s phone was dead. It sat for almost a year and a half with the rest of his personal belongings and the fuck if those asshole screws were going to charge it for him.

No coverage and a dead cell phone battery was great for Stone, not so great for Vic the Dick.

“No you ain’t.” Stone took the heel of his palm and slammed it right into Gentry’s nose. It crumpled and began to gush like a stomped grape.

“Hey, you asshole!” he screamed, cupping his hand over his nose.

His smile widened at the satisfaction that brought.

But he wasn’t done yet. Not even close.

“Guess asshole’s an upgrade from jackass.” Stone plucked the useless phone from Gentry’s fingers, dropped it on a large rock, and stomped on it with his boot.

“Hey!” came the muffled shout.

Stone picked up the busted phone and whipped it into the tree line for good measure. With it dead, the location couldn’t even be pinged. The last known location would come up where the battery died. At SCI Dallas.

Stone loved it when a plan came together.

Slipping a knife from his pocket, he flipped it open and began slicing through the seatbelt, freeing the fucker. “Do somethin’ stupid and you’re gonna regret it.”

Blood continued to stream from Gentry’s broken nose as Stone fisted the man’s shirt and yanked him out of the car, flinging him to the ground.

Before Gentry could recover, Stone had his boot jammed on the man’s neck.

Wouldn’t take much to crush it.

And damn , was he tempted.

Pulling in a breath, Stone then pushed it out along with that urge.

He promised Taryn and he always tried to keep promises, whether they were good or bad.

“Gonna tell you this fuckin’ once and it would be damn smart of you to heed my fuckin’ words. Whatever you’re plannin’ to do to Taryn…warnin’ you now, just forget it. Forget she exists. Forget your son exists. Did your fuckin’ time, you can go on about your life. Stop fuckin’ with hers.”

Gentry wrapped the hand not cupping his broken nose above Stone’s boot, trying to prevent his windpipe from being crushed. “It was because of her I ended up in prison.”

Stone put a little more weight on that leg. “The fuck it was. Coulda exchanged your son without issue, then spent time with him as planned. ‘Stead you decided you needed a vacation in the hospital, then an extended one in prison.”

“Because of you!”

“All ‘cause of you. You beat the fuck outta your ex, then I beat the fuck outta you. Only fair, right?”

“She was trying to get full custody of my son.”

“I don’t fuckin’ blame her. And after what you did to her in that parking lot, she’ll never hand over her boy to an unhinged motherfucker like you.”

“You’re the unhinged one! ”

“Imagine thinkin’ two things can’t be true at once, you dumb fuck.” He kept his boot on Gentry’s throat to the point that if he fought back, he’d no longer be able to breathe or swallow.

Gentry continued to claw at Stone’s leg. “Help! Somebody help me!”

“A squirrel ain’t gonna be able to do jack shit besides shove an acorn in your pie hole. Your screamin’ is annoyin’ the fuck outta me. Sure it’s annoyin’ them, too.”

“Help!”

Stone leaned down and growled, “Shut the fuck up.”

“Help! Someone! Anyone!”

Stone was done with this bullshit. He needed to deliver his message and get the fuck out of there.

Peeling Gentry’s hand off his jeans, Stone twisted the man’s fingers until they bent in a direction they shouldn’t.

“What the fuck!” Gentry’s scream echoed through the woods.

Christ , his fingers itched to slice that fucker’s throat to shut him the fuck up.

The asshole moaned as he clutched his mangled hand to his chest. “You’re going to pay for this.”

“Don’t even think about callin’ the pigs ‘bout this. Promise you, you do, a whole fuckin’ army’s gonna hunt your ass down.

” Another promise he intended to keep. “We know your name. Where you work. Who your family is. Know where you live now, too. You fuck with Taryn or her son, that’ll be the last thing you do.

Today was child’s play. You hear me?” Stone roared in his face.

“Fuck you,” Gentry groaned. “Fuck you!”

Stone popped him in the mouth, then stared at the man writhing in pain on the ground. “I’ll be the one teachin’ your son how to kick a soccer ball since it won’t be you. Lemme show you my skills.” With that he hauled off and kicked Gentry in the ribs, hearing a satisfying crack.

Still not good enough.

Gentry, now curled in a ball on his side, exposed Stone’s next target. This time he aimed for the man’s kidney.

Oh yeah , that would leave a mark.

But Stone still wasn’t satisfied that the man had learned his lesson, so he delivered one last blow.

A boot to the temple put Taryn’s ex into a temporary time-out.

Stone - 2. Vic the Dick - 0.

For a final parting gift, he unzipped his jeans, yanked out his dick, and pissed on Gentry’s busted up face.

That was going to sting.

Too bad he didn’t need to take a shit, too.