“I’m listening,” I murmur.
“When Cherry Pie and Peaches knocked on the door, they had tears in their eyes and asked to talk to me. So, I allowed them in. As they sat down on the couch, I knew something was up with them and I know I should have told them to leave then, but then they started fuckin’ with each other. Yeah, I fuckin’ watched. And I’ll tell you this too, it was hot. I’ve always liked watching women fuckin’ with each other. There’s just something about the way women work each other that is erotic, I guess you can say.
“Did watching them turn me on? Yeah, I got hard. Did I intend to join them? Fuck no. Should I have stopped them as soon as they started? Probably, but I didn’t and that’s on me.”
“If they turned you on, what were you planning to do?” I ask, my stomach churning at what he might say.
“Honestly, I thought about finding you and fuckin’ you. Watching them, all I could think about was you. I know you don’t want to hear that, but it’s the truth. All I could think about was seeing your face as pleasure consumed you. But the more I think about it and have thought about it, I could never stand the thought of another man or woman touching you,” Stoney says.
“Now for the part you don’t know and will probably be livid over. They’d come to me no more than five minutes before you opened the door. Shadow can confirm this next part, but I hope you believe me ‘cause, Rachel, I’d never lie to you. They overheard you asking Tiny to watch the twins so you could spend a little time with me. Those two decided to set me up,” he states.
I take a moment to process his words, thinking back to right before I opened his office door. Those two conniving bitches had been sitting near the bar when I’d asked Tiny. “Oh my god, when I get my hands on them, I’m going to kick their asses,” I snap.
“Take it from that little announcement you realize what Shadow told me,” Stoney asks inquisitively.
“Yeah, I have. I’m still hurt, but the fact is you sat there and watched them. If the roles had been reversed, you would have committed murder by now. And though I’ve thought about it multiple times, I’ve held back only because of what they went through. But now, I’m telling you this, Stoney, they are gone from this clubhouse. I don’t care how good they suck dick or fuck each other. I don’t want to see them. Send them to Dolly’s Playhouse if that makes everyone happy, but if I find out they give you any more private shows, I’ll kill them and castrate you,” I state, meaning every word of it.
Stoney’s chuckles fill the line. “You got it, Doll. I’ll shoot a text to Tracker so he can get rid of them before coming here,” he says.
“Why would he be coming to you?” I ask.
“That’s something I don’t want to have to tell you right now, baby,” he grumbles, and I take the hint. He’ll tell me when he can.
“Okay, well, I will let you get back to what you're doing. Call me if there’s any news, please,” I demand.
“You’ll be the first I call,” he states. “Love you, Doll. Hug Luca for me.” With that, he hangs up. Guess he’ll never allow me to give him a proper goodbye.
32
Stoney
This past week has been my own living hell as each day passed and still no word from anyone on Jackal or Corinne. I’d even put a reward out for any information. I’ve barely slept, having only napped when I had no choice.
Last night, however, Horse and Tracker demanded I take one of the guest rooms and crash after partaking in the fun of ridding the world of one more evil sadistic fuck who deserved nothing less than what he got.
Soon as Tracker showed, he informed me both Peaches and Cherry Pie have been moved into one of the spare rooms at Dolly’s Playhouse. That means when I finally make it back to the clubhouse, Rachel will be at ease for the most part. I know I still have to make things up with her, but at least we got some things out in the open the night before last.
With time slipping through my fingers, I’m running out of options. Where the fuck could this asshole be hiding with my daughter?
As I get out of the shower and wrap my towel around my waist, I can hear my burner ringing on the other side of the door. I throw the door open and grab the thing before it can stop.
“Stoney,” I say as I put it to my ear.
“You lookin’ for someone in particular?” the voice on the other end asks.
“Depends if you have who I’m looking for,” I growl.
“Well, let’s see, I’m looking at a baby girl around four or five months old with brown hair and a mark on the back of her head,” the man says, describing Corinne.
“Yeah, that would be my daughter,” I snapped.
“Shame you allowed her to be taken from you. Do you think you deserve to have her back?” the man asks.
“Who the fuck are you?” I grind out, pulling my jeans on and finding my shirt.
“Name’s Scorch, President of the Royal Bastards Elizabeth City Charter. Now, you answer my question— do you think you deserve to have her back?” Scorch says harshly.
Scorch, fuck, I know who the fucker is. He’s a mean son of a bitch. Ruthless in the way he handles business and takin’ care of his enemies. Rumor is he had a wife once. Don’t know much else about him. I may not have dealt with him and his club, but I’d never had a reason to encounter them.
Grinding my teeth, I pull
