Page 54 of Property of Stone (Kings of Anarchy MC: Pennsylvania #1)

Chapter Thirty-One

Stone could see nothing but his daughter restrained in that fucking chair. Nothing else.

“Cut her loose!” he roared. “Now!”

While his brothers rushed to free his baby girl, he turned to find Ogre standing over Gentry. The man was on his knees with one side of his face already swelling and blood trickling out of his right ear.

Goddamn shame. But that was only a taste of the payback he’d be getting.

Stone growled. He wanted to cut off the motherfucker’s dick and stuff it in his mouth, then rip his head off with his bare hands and shit down his throat.

He wanted to shove a pike up the man’s asshole and post him out in front of The Castle.

A clear statement that would tell everyone: Nobody fucks with the Kings.

No-fucking-body.

He waited until Ransom finished taping Gentry’s wrists and ankles together and slapping another long piece over the man’s mouth. Gentry’s wide eyes tracked Stone as he took his time approaching. He hoped his asshole was puckering tighter with each step closer he took.

When he got to where Gentry was forced to kneel, he grabbed the fucker’s neck and squeezed, holding back only enough pressure to avoid crushing the fucker’s windpipe. Gentry didn’t deserve a death that was quick or easy.

Fuck no. The bastard needed to suffer.

Stone leaned down and got in his face. “Gonna deal with you shortly. First, gonna check on my girl.”

“Dad!”

He turned to see Sunny’s arms now free and her pinning both across her stomach. Grim quickly hacked away at the tape on one ankle while Patch worked on the other.

Despite that, his girl’s red-rimmed eyes remained locked on him. And for every tear that spilled over, it ratcheted up his anger another level.

When she was finally free, another “Dad!” came out on a sob and Stone rushed over to pull her out of the chair and into his arms.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” His nostrils flared in an attempt not to spin out of control.

Stone took a moment to hold her away from him, just far enough to quickly assess her visually. No blood. No bruises. No torn clothing.

Squeezing her tightly again, he rested his cheek against the top of her hair, taking a second to breathe.

Taking a second to be thankful she hadn’t been violated or seriously injured.

Thank fuckin’ fuck.

It didn’t matter that she wasn’t physically hurt, the rat bastard touched what was Stone’s.

The fuck if he would touch anything again after today .

“You’re okay,” he assured her when she wrapped her arms around his waist and smashed her damp face between the flaps of his cut and against his gut. He stroked her hair, pushing it out of her face. “Gonna take you home, yeah?”

She hiccup-sobbed but nodded.

Her phone appeared in front of his face. He took it from Bones and tucked it into his cut. He didn’t want to give it back to Sunny until he scrubbed the fucking thing clean of the texts going back and forth between him and Gentry.

He glanced over at Ogre, still standing over Gentry. “Take him to the garage. Takin’ Sunny home, then gonna meet you there.”

The sergeant at arms gave him a chin lift and his lips tilted upward.

That particular smirk would make most men shit their pants.

But it wasn’t Ogre the bound asshole had to worry about.

Stone really didn’t want to let his daughter out of his sight, but he needed to get to the garage. He had three important roles to step into.

Judge, jury, and executioner.

If he stayed with her and let his brothers handle it, he wouldn’t be any good to Sunny, anyway. He’d be distracted and restless until he knew Gentry had taken his last goddamn breath.

As soon as he pulled into the driveway, the rear screen door was shoved open so hard it slammed against the house’s siding. Taryn raced down the deck steps, through the gate, and over to his sled.

Questions filled her face and concern was visible in her eyes, but he didn’t have time to explain shit. He needed to get shit done so he could return as quickly as possible to help Sunny deal with the aftermath of her goddamn kidnapping.

He helped his kid off his Harley. “You good?”

“Dad, who was he and why did he do that?”

It killed him that her voice still trembled.

Hearing that along with seeing her face ravaged from all the crying raised his rage to epic fucking levels.

He forced himself to swallow it back down.

He’d save it for Vic the Dick. “Gonna talk about it later, yeah? Go with Taryn for now. She’s gonna take care of you ’til I get back. ”

“I don’t want you to go!” she cried out, snapping his black fucking heart in two.

“I know, baby girl.” When he held out his hand to her, she took it and he pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead while murmuring. “Promise to be back soon.”

He lifted his gaze over her head to Taryn, waiting just a few feet away, wringing her hands and looking anxious.

After he gave her a stiff chin lift, she rushed over, gathered Sunny in her arms and held her tight while rocking her back and forth.

“I’ve got you, baby.” He didn’t miss that her eyes held a sheen and her voice was thick when she assured him, “I have her.”

He gave her a single nod. “Gotta go take care of fuckin’ business.” He reached over and tucked his finger beneath Sunny’s trembling chin and lifted it. “Be back soon. You listen to Taryn, you hear?”

Sunny, her red eyes and nose swollen and running, nodded. Her voice cracked when she said, “Okay, Dad.”

Thank fuck she wasn’t being her normal obstinate self today. She didn’t even pull away from Taryn. Instead, she snuggled closer.

Damn .

The anger he had directed at Taryn earlier was now focused on the man waiting for him at the chop shop.

Seconds later, he was racing off. His fingers itched as he twisted the throttle. His fury rose even higher with every rotation of his sled’s wheels.

One thing was on his mind…

The asshole who beat the fuck out of Taryn.

The asshole who gave his own son nightmares by beating his son’s mother in front of him.

The asshole who fucking dared to touch Stone’s daughter.

He arrived at the Kings’ garage hidden in the woods in record time. No surprise that Ogre’s sled with an empty side car was parked out front next to several other bikes.

As soon as he cut his sled’s engine, he was off it and heading inside.

What he saw waiting for him made him proud of his brothers. They kept the fucker alive just for him. He wanted the opportunity to have a few words with Asshole before the man closed his eyes for the very last time.

In one of the garage bays, his daughter’s kidnapper hung suspended by his arms, using the chain from a ceiling-mounted engine hoist.

Wasn’t that a beautiful fucking sight?

He gave a chin lift to Ransom and one to Ogre as he strode toward where Gentry hung like a side of spoiled beef. Thor sat by the sergeant at arms’ side, his eyes not shifting once from their guest of honor.

They might not have knocked the fucker out, but they certainly knocked him around.

In fact, the man was hard to recognize. His pants were torn in several places, exposing ugly-looking canine bites.

Good boy, Thor .

When Stone stopped in front of Gentry, he lifted one corner of the duct tape covering the motherfucker’s mouth and held it in one hand while spinning the man with the other.

“Fuck!” Gentry yelled when the tape was ripped free.

“You think that hurts? Just wait.”

Once Stone had him spun completely around to face him again, Gentry snarled, “You took my kid so I took yours. That’s only fair, right?”

Every muscle on Stone locked solid. “Ain’t no fair when it comes to love and war.”

“Damn right! You told me to stay away from my wife and kid. Your stupid ass never mentioned your own.”

For fuck’s sake.

One side of Stone’s upper lip pulled up as he leaned in closer to make sure Gentry heard every word he uttered next.

“Just wanna let you know, I fuck your ex at least twice a day. Fuck her like she’s never been fucked before.

She said you sucked in bed. Bet you couldn’t make her squirt or even come, you selfish motherfucker.

You should also know that I plan on raisin’ your kid like he’s my own.

” He emphasized his words by digging his finger into one of the punctures in his thigh.

Gentry’s body jerked like a fish caught on a hook. Between gritted teeth he said, “You can have the bitch and that money-sucking leech.”

That money-sucking leech? That was what he was calling his own damn son?

What a motherfucker.

Death would be too good for this asshole. “Don’t worry, about to guarantee that you ain’t ever goin’ near that bitch and your money-sucking leech again. Gonna help you achieve financial freedom.” Like a goddamn infomercial.

After slipping his knife free from the sheath on his hip, Stone kept his eyes on the blade as he slowly scraped dirt out from under his nails. “Three to zero, motherfucker.”

“Speak English, you uneducated animal.”

A smile slowly spread across Stone’s face. “Means you got your ass beaten three times versus my big fat fuckin’ goose egg. Guess you only like beatin’ women, you cocksuckin’ coward.” He drove a finger into one of the other dog bites and wiggled it around.

Gentry grimaced. “Fuck you.”

“Nah. I’m about to fuck you. Just not with my dick.”

After taking about fifteen strides away, Stone spun on his boot heel to face the woman beater.

He pursed his lips as he considered his target. So many good bullseyes.

With a flick of his wrist, the knife left his hand and appeared in Gentry’s right shoulder.

“Jesus fucking Christ! This is barbaric! Let me go or you’ll regret it!”

“Barbaric? Like kidnapping a child? Like abusin’ the mother of your child.

I mean, money-suckin’ leech ?” Stone went over and yanked out the knife.

Of course, that was after wiggling it a little to loosen it from the bone.

“Damn. Looks like I need to practice my aim some more. I really fuckin’ suck at this.

” As he headed back to the spot where he’d previously stood, he ordered Shit Stain, “Tape his mouth shut. Don’t wanna hear any more of this whiny fuckin’ bitch.

Nothin’ he says is gonna change his fate. ”

The prospect quickly disappeared from his peripheral view and when Stone turned to face Gentry again, Shit Stain had already returned with a roll of duct tape.

“No! Don’t?—”

Shit Stain tore off a long piece and slammed it over Gentry’s mouth.

Finally. Blessed fuckin’ silence.

The wide, silver tape over his mouth began to puff in and out rapidly. Maybe someone was having a panic attack.

Damn shame.

“Stay there,” he told Shit Stain. He addressed the prospects standing off to the side. “All of you, stand by Shit for Brains. You’re gonna retrieve my knife so I don’t gotta tire myself out by walkin’ back and forth.”

Ogre snorted and Ransom chuckled.

Nut Sack appeared worried as he moved into place. “Just don’t miss and hit us.”

“Why you think I’m usin’ prospects ‘stead of my brothers? If I miss, I fuckin’ miss.” Stone shrugged. “Now, do what you’re fuckin’ told ‘less you wanna give up your fuckin’ cut.”

They fell into line with wide eyes, clenched hands, and tense muscles. Little did those pussies know that Stone had damn good aim. Maybe he should pretend he sucked and land one directly between Nut Sack’s eyes.

It would be no loss since they had plenty more potential recruits wanting to take his spot.

Throw after throw, the knife landed exactly where he aimed. Right shoulder, left shoulder, right thigh, left thigh; all easy targets. None of them fatal.

All of them painful.

The prospects kept retrieving the knife and bringing it back to Stone.

Only, he was now getting fucking bored. And extremely dissatisfied.

He needed to up his game.

It certainly wasn’t by doing more knife throwing.

He ordered Squid, “Go clean my knife good. Don’t wanna see a speck of this asshole’s blood on it when you hand it back to me.” He then snapped his fingers at Shit Stain. “Grab me one of those reciprocatin’ saws.”

The prospect jerked into motion, rushed over to the area where they kept the tools for chopping up stolen vehicles, and brought it over.

Instead of taking it, Stone stared at the dumbass. “What fuckin’ good is it if it ain’t plugged in?”

His fellow Kings’ low chuckles rose around them as Shit Stain scrambled to find an extension cord.

Since Gentry was still conscious, Stone had no doubt he’d be a whiter shade of pale if his face wasn’t already shades of purple and blue from the bruises gifted to him from Stone’s brothers.

“Thinkin’ you had enough. Gonna cut you down,” Stone announced calmly, as if he was ordering a beer. Shit Stain handed him the now plugged-in saw.

Stone powered it up and watched the blade’s back-and-forth motion for a few seconds before giving Gentry a huge smile and raising it above the asshole’s head.

But instead of putting the blade to the chain, he placed it at Gentry’s wrists.

Cutting through flesh and bone would be a lot easier and faster than steel.

The second Gentry realized what was happening, Stone heard a muffled shriek coming from under the duct tape.

The saw sliced through his forearms like butter. It was quick, but messy, and Stone doubted it was painless.

Damn fuckin’ shame.

Gentry dropped hard to the ground while both partial limbs remained dangling from the chain above them. Reduced to a heap at Stone’s feet, Taryn’s ex would eventually bleed out from the stubs where his hands used to be.

Stone held out the bloody reciprocal saw and a prospect rushed over to take it from him. He tilted his head and sucked his teeth, studying the damage.

It still wasn’t enough.

Lifting his boot, he jammed the heel into Gentry’s still taped mouth. The fucker would have no use for those teeth, anyway. Stone then unzipped his jeans, pulled out his dick and pissed all over the unconscious man’s face.

Only, it was no longer fun now that Gentry wasn’t aware of what was happening.

With an eyebrow cocked, Ogre sidled up to him and stared at the bloody heap on the floor. “Want me to finish the fucker off?”

“Fuck no. Let him continue to suffer ’til his last fuckin’ breath.” Gentry wouldn’t be breathing long. Not at the rate the blood was pooling from his severed arms.

“Think he suffered enough?”

Stone’s nostrils flared. “Fuck no. No sufferin’ would be enough,” he answered the sergeant at arms. “Do what you want with him. Just don’t end it too quickly. Headin’ home to check on my baby girl.”