Stone (Knights Corruption MC Series Book 2) by S. Nelson

I would never tell him that, though, because he would only go further into the realm of crazy uncle protecting his only niece.
    No, the current level of overprotectiveness he displayed toward me was good enough.
    “How are you, sweetheart?” he asked, kissing the top of my head before releasing me.
    “Good.”
    “How’s work going?”
    “Good,” I answered again. Before he asked any more questions, I interjected and switched the subject. “Uncle Trig, Dad wants you to come over for dinner soon. You up for it?” My uncle and father got along just fine, often finding time to hang out before my mother died. But it seemed ever since her death, her brother and my father distanced themselves from each other. I wasn’t sure if it was because the other reminded them too much of my mother, or if they had some sort of falling out. I had no idea. All I knew was that my uncle stopped coming around after the funeral. I found it odd but I never pressed, not wanting to step into something personal I had no business in.
    “Tell him thanks for the offer, but I’m busy.”
    “You don’t even know what day it is,” I countered, looking at him in confusion.
    “I’ll be busy,” he retorted, suddenly looking a bit uncomfortable.
    “Okay.” I sighed, deciding it was indeed best to change the subject.
    We stood close to each other, but thankfully Mother Nature called before it became awkward. Excusing myself, I walked toward the entrance to the club, hoping and praying I wouldn’t run into Stone.
    Once I finished using the restroom, I opened the door and shut off the light. Taking a few steps down the hallway, I heard a noise coming from the bedroom Stone used. When I stepped closer, I realized it was a woman’s voice.
    “You like that, baby?” she said. “Come on, Stone,” she urged. “What’s wrong? Looking at my tits doesn’t do it for you?”
    Instant sickness flipped my stomach, and my heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest. Clutching at the walls to hold me up, my mind was quickly bombarded with images of Stone having sex with someone else, a faceless woman. A woman with a high-pitched, whiny voice.
    He’d obviously moved on from me rather quickly, but could I really be upset? I was the one who told him good-bye, after all. It just would’ve been nice if he could have at least waited a few more days before jumping into bed with some club skank.
    I heard him grumble something before his door flung open, and out walked a bleached-blonde, fake-titted bimbo. The dark circles under her eyes revealed she was beat, someone who would most likely spread her nasty legs for anyone willing.
    In shock from witnessing what I did, I was still frozen in place when Stone appeared in the doorway, raking his eyes over my stunned face before he let a curse fly from his mouth.
    “Goddamn it, Addy. What are you doing here?” He looked embarrassed and angry all wrapped in one.
    “Don’t mind me,” I said sarcastically as I turned around. “I just dropped Sully and Tripp off and decided to say hi to my uncle. The only reason I came back here was to use the bathroom before I headed home.” Having no idea why I felt the need to explain myself, I shut my mouth and started walking away. I didn’t get very far before his fingers circled my wrist to halt me.
    “Don’t go, baby. Let’s talk,” he said, a softness to his voice I hadn’t heard in quite some time. Outside of the bedroom, at least.
    “I don’t have anything to say to you, so why don’t you talk to the skank who came out of your room,” I seethed, anger pouring out of me before I could even think to suppress it.
    Turning me around, he pulled me close. Lifting my chin so he could look in my eyes, he asked, “You pissed another woman was trying to get my attention? Because you’re the one who threw me away.”
    He spoke the truth, but the words still killed me.
    “You can do whatever you want. You’re free to fuck as many lowlife, scum-sucking skanks you