Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Plus, I'd do just about anything for my parents. But fuck my life. Ever since Damien "Angel" De Angelis met Milly and fell in love, I'm the last brother standing around here. Everyone is happily coupled up and popping out kids like they're single-handedly trying to populate Silver Spoon Falls.
If I have to hear them talk about their sex lives one more goddamn time, I may snap. Not saying I'm not happy for them. I'm thrilled they've all found love. The fuckers deserve it. But I want what they have so badly I can taste it. I've been looking for my one my entire life. Haven't found her yet. And it doesn't look like I'm going to find her anytime soon at this rate.
"I'm going to die alone," I say morosely, glancing down at my cock. "You're doomed to a life of lotion and audio porn."
"You aren't going to die alone," Cash mutters.
"What the fuck is audio porn?" Cowboy asks.
"Ask your wife." Hacker smirks, leaning back against the wall. "I bet she can tell you all about it."
Cowboy scowls as if he doesn't like the sound of this. Whatever though. He's reaping the benefits of the wives' dirty book club. I have to listen to their dirty audiobooks alone. It's not nearly as much fun for me.
"The important question is why this girl needs around-the-clock protection," Jude "Fifth" Despora says quietly. He glances at my brothers and then focuses those serious eyes on me. The man is a lawyer, but I think if Anubis ever gets tired of his gig in the Underworld, Fifth could take over easy. He's a kinky motherfucker when it comes to his wife. I've heard things no man should ever hear. But his moral compass never deviates. Neither do ours. He refuses to let them.
"Remember hearing about the recording label exec who was murdered in Nashville?" I ask.
"Bellamy Hill?"
"She witnessed it."
Rafe "Lynch" Sorraco whistles.
"Jesus Christ," Cash growls. "His dealers killed him."
"Yep," I agree. "That's the rumor."
"How the fuck did she get tangled up in that?" Hands asks, popping the top off a bottle and propping a hip against the bar. His brows furrow. "The last thing we need around the girls and the kids is someone involved in drugs, Giant."
I give him a look. He knows damn well I refuse to work with anyone who isn't clean. I don't care how much money they wave at me or who they are. If they're using, I don't accept them as clients. Trying to keep someone alive in dangerous situations is hard enough. Trying to keep them alive when they're high as a kite and don't fucking listen is next to impossible. There isn't enough money in the world worth that bullshit.
"She was interning for him," I say. "Guess they thought she'd left for the night when they decided to ambush him in the parking deck. They didn't see her in the stairwell until the deed was done."
"Jesus," Fifth mutters.
Cash heaves a sigh, scrubbing a hand down his face. "What do you need?"
"A new job," I mutter. "Mine sucks."
Andreas kicks my barstool.
I huff out a curse. "Fuck. I meet her at the airport tomorrow." Callum, my cousin, is flying her in. His home office is in Nashville, though I don't fucking know why. He spends more time here lately than he does there. "I may need help keeping an eye on her. From the sounds of it, she isn't exactly thrilled to be coming." According to my dad, she called coming here a prison sentence. Her dad, Mac, warned me that she can be a handful. Though how much trouble one little slip of a girl can actually cause, I don't fucking know.
I guess I'll find out tomorrow.
Fuck my life.
If I never give my parents grandchildren, it'll be their own damn fault.
"Yo, man. We have a problem."
I pinch the bridge of my nose, lifting my gaze to look up at the glass ceiling. "The plane landed fifteen minutes ago. How can we possibly already have a problem?" I growl to my cousin, Callum. "You've been through every fucking airport in the south. There's no way you were followed."
"Yeah, that's not the problem."
"Explain," I demand. It's way too late for riddles. Their last flight was delayed, and I've been cooling my heels for three hours. I could be in bed right now, fantasizing about my future wife. I hope she's a curvy little goddess with sugar in her soul.
My ordinarily stoic, level-headed cousin grits out a curse. "As soon as we deplaned, she ducked into the bathroom."
"So go in and get her."
"Tried that. She's not in there. There's a goddamn exit on the other side. She gave me the slip."
"Son of a bitch," I curse, instantly on red alert. Houston International is a maze, with flights to damn near any and everywhere. Mac Sterling will kill me if I lose his daughter before I ever even have her in my possession. And then my dad will bring me back and kill me again. "Get me a fucking photo."