Page 129 of Property of Stone
Of fucking coursethe motherfucker had to be housed at SCI Dallas, an hour and a half northeast from The Castle.
And of fucking course the morning of his release, it had to be pouring rain.
While the first was a pain in his ass, the second might work in Stone’s favor.
If it was up to him, he would’ve taken the easy route, snagged the fucker right off the street, and taken care of business. Then Vic the Dick would no longer be a threat to Taryn.
But,fuck him, that wasn’t what she wanted. She simply wanted her ex to leave her and Baby Bird alone.
Stone didn’t think that was going to work. Shit was never that easy. He knew plenty of assholes like Gentry and prison didn’t help them turn over a new leaf.
When he really thought about it, letting Gentry continue to breathe could actually work in his favor by keeping Taryn under his roof longer. He’d admit it was a selfishtake on his part, but he was liking their arrangement more than he ever thought he would.
If Stone took Gentry out—his initial plan—against Taryn’s wishes, she might never forgive him and could potentially leave since she’d no longer have a threat hanging over her head.
And the fuck if he was ready for that.
He needed her to stay for Sunny’s sake.
For fuck’s sake.
The reality was, he needed her to stay for him, too.
Unfortunately, he assured her he’d handle it the way she wanted it handled. For Baby Bird. While he agreed not to take the fucker out, he never agreed not to have a face-to-face with him.
So, here the fuck he was,willinglysitting out in front of a place he hated the most.
A goddamn prison.
Stupid fuck. Lettin’ a woman convince you to go against your goddamn instincts.
He hoped to hell her decision didn’t turn around and bite him in the damn ass.
Stone glanced at the time on the vehicle’s dashboard. Gentry should be walking free any moment now.
The cage Stone was currently driving was a nondescript, four-door Chevy sedan that one of his brothers pinched a few months ago. The parts weren’t worth shit, so instead of stripping the vehicle down, they had swapped out the vehicle identification numbers with fake ones they made in-house, for both their own use and to sell for profit. They had also slapped on a coat of cheap paint and now kept it as a spare vehicle behind the garage to use for just this kind of shit.
Anonymity.
With a quick glance in the rearview mirror, he made sureall of his long, black hair was still hidden under the baseball cap he’d pulled on as part of his disguise.
Despite it being ball-sweating weather, he also wore a long-sleeved T-shirt to hide as much of his ink as possible. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes and fingerless driving gloves covered his tattooed hands. The only thing he couldn’t hide was his facial hair.
And his murderous scowl.
He really hated the idea of letting this abusive motherfucker live.
Reallyfucking hated it.
Because if it backfired…
Stone pushed out an irritated breath. His gut was screaming that he shouldn’t follow Taryn’s wishes.
She was aware of the risk.
Only, so was Stone.
His eyes narrowed on the gate as it opened and a man walked free. Stone had made that walk too many times.
