Page 10 of Property of Stone
At the other end of the table, Wheels hooted loudly. “When the fuck is that bastard ever here on time?”
Stone could easily answer that. Not once in the eight years since Ogre was voted in as the chapter’s sergeant at arms.
Ogre knew no one would say shit to his face about it. That was why he made a great club enforcer. To him, a fist could solve any problem. Or a knife. Or a gun. But anyone who knew Ogre, knew he didn’t need a weapon. He’d put you six-feet under with a beatdown alone.
If you pulled a knife or gun on him? He’d fucking laugh.IfOgre actually laughed.
Stone wasn’t sure if he’d ever heard it. For those that did,those motherfuckers’ best bet was to run as fast and fucking far as their shaking legs would take them.
“You seriously got Juicy watchin’ your kid?” Ransom asked beside him.
“Juicy, Slick, Windy, Loosey, Swallow…almost all of ‘em,” Lick answered for him.
Stone scowled at him.
“What the fuck, dude?” Ransom laughed. “You gotta be desperate.”
“No shit,” Stone grumbled. “Goddamn Sheena, man. The bitch promised me she’d stay clean this time.”
“Hard to fix a junkie,” Wheels began, “if they ain’t willin’ to fix themselves.”
Their road captain should know. He lost his younger brother to a fentanyl overdose.
He should’ve known better than to fuck with fentanyl. Not much was prohibited from club property, but that shit was. Any member caught with it or doing it would be stripped of their colors.
“Yeah, well, I’m fuckin’ done with that bullshit. Sunny ain’t goin’ back to Sheena after she gets out.”
“Then you definitely need a house mouse,” Ransom said.
How the fuck did the officer’s meeting turn into a dissection of his life’s choices?
His eyes flicked to the empty seat. Because goddamn Ogre was his normal late-ass self.
Motherfucker.
“Know one?” Stone asked his prez.
“Not off the top of my melon, no, but I’ll ask around. Someone’s gotta have a sister or cousin you can trust.”
“You sayin’ I can’t trust our club girls?”
“Sure,” Ransom answered, “you can trust them to suck and fuck the shit outta you. To help raise your kid? Fuck no.”
“If you find one that’s got big knockers and a tight cunt, even better, right?”
“Who?” Stone asked Wheels.
“The house mouse,” he answered.
“Find one that can cook, too,” Outlaw suggested, like it was that fucking easy.
“And doesn’t bitch,” Lick added.
Now they were weaving a fucking fairy tale.
He didn’t need a house mouse who could suck and fuck him. He could get that anywhere. What he needed was someone stable in Sunny’s life. Someone who wasn’t a total fuck up and could take care of his daughter and his house when he wasn’t there. Which was too often.
“Well, when you find one like that, send her my way,” Stone told everyone at the table. “Now, can we get this fuckin’ meetin’ started?” He was done with this subject.
