Page 7 of Property of Stone
“I’ll go slower.”
He closed his eyes and shook his head.
Windy earned her nickname honestly. There wasn’t jack shit between her damn ears. But her pussy was tight and she could suck his nuts through his dick. Smarts weren’t needed for that.
Bracing himself, he swiped his finger across the phone’s screen and stuck it to his ear.
The computerized voice announced a collect call. That meant one thing…
“Fuckin’ fuck.” He reluctantly accepted the charge. “Better be good. In the middle of important business.”
“Important business for you is fucking.”
“Damn right it is. What d’you do?” He could guess. Sheena needed her ass bailed out.
Again.
If he didn’t share a kid with the dumb cunt, he’d have bought her a one-way ticket to Siberia so he’d never have to see or hear from that mistake again.
Unfortunately, shedidpop out his nut nugget so he was fucking stuck with her. At least for another eight years. After that, though, all fucking bets were off.
“Why do you assume I did anything?”
“‘Cause you’re callin’ me collect from Dauphin County fuckin’ Prison, that’s why,” he roared. “You sure ain’t visitin’. What the fuck d’you do?”
He sat up abruptly, almost throwingWindy off. She dug her long-ass nails into his thighs to keep her balance and to remain securely on his dick.
Goddamn pro right there.
“I cashed a few checks.”
Translation: sheforgeda few checks. Probably more than a few. Enough to get busted and prosecuted. Again.
The annoyance rising up his throat left a bitter taste in his mouth. But then, to be fair, he’d been bitter ever since he found out Sheena was knocked up over ten years ago.
Best and worst day of his fucking life.
Loved his girl, but hated the cunt that held his baby hostage in her body for nine months.
“You needed more scratch for Sunny, shoulda reached the fuck out.” He always made sure his girl had what she needed.
“First of all, dickhead, you’ve beenawayand I couldn’t ask you for shit. But the money wasn’t for Sunny.”
“What the fuck you need scratch for, then?”
She didn’t answer, and that was wasting fucking time. Prisons had a time limit on phone calls.
“What d’you need the scratch for, Sheena?”
When again she didn’t answer, he figured it out.
God-fuckin’-damnit.
“Thought you were fuckin’ clean!” he roared. He pulled the cell phone from his ear, dropped his head and shook it, trying to keep this shit together. Once he took a long breath through flared nostrils, he put the phone back to his ear. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, why you gotta be like that?”
“Fuck you,Pebble. You’ve got no room to talk. You just got out for doing something stupid yourself. That asshole move kept you from your daughter for over a damn year! Don’t act like you’re so high and mighty.”
High would be a good state to be in right now to deal with her constant bullshit.
