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)
I huff a curse, turning to glance out at the tarmac. The Silver Spoon Falls airport is minuscule, but it's a helluva lot closer than any airport in Houston. "What if I can't fix it?"
What if I fucked everything up?
Jesus. I can't even think about it. I told her I could live with her hating me, but that was a fucking lie. It's been an hour, and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I won’t survive a week without her, let alone a lifetime. She's in my blood now, pumping through my veins with every beat of my heart.
I need her like air, like water. Like laughter. She's my goddamn soul.
"When the fuck has that ever stopped you?" Andreas asks.
I look back at him.
"You fuck shit up beyond repair at least once a week."
"Twice," Hacker says, eyes still closed.
"Twice," Andreas says, adjusting his estimate. They're both assholes. "And you fix it anyway. It's what you do. You're a fucking bull in a china shop. You bulldoze over everything that gets in your way, and then you fix it. This time matters more than most because you love her, so you'll fix it. You won't be able to settle your overgrown ass down until you fix it."
"What he said," Hacker agrees. "So put us all out of our misery and call her already because you're stressing me the hell out. And this flight hasn't even left the damn ground."
"I didn't ask the two of you to come," I remind them.
"We're ride or die, motherfucker." Andreas grins. "We ride until we die."
"What he said." Hacker cracks one eye open. "Out of curiosity. Do you think you'll have a ring on her finger before she's pregnant?"
"Why?"
"No reason," he lies.
"You shady motherfuckers. Are you betting on whether she's pregnant before we're married?" I growl.
Andreas wipes invisible lint off his jacket, avoiding my gaze.
Hacker shrugs.
The assholes.
"I'm not dignifying that with an answer," I mutter and then pause. "But if I did, I'd bet that she's pregnant first."
Hacker grins, leaning back in his seat again.
Andreas just shakes his head.
I drag my phone out of my pocket, bringing it out of airplane mode to call Mischief and fix what I fucked up. As soon as it registers service, the goddamn thing starts blowing up.
"What the fuck?" I mutter as missed call after missed call rolls in. And then I see the text from Cash, and my entire fucking world stops spinning.
Get home now. Someone set your house on fire and Bella is still inside.
I bellow a curse, jumping up from my seat as rage and terror hit me like a fist.
No. Please, God, no. Not Bella. Not my Mischief.
Hacker jumps.
"We have to go. Now!" I roar, already racing down the aisle. "Someone set my fucking house on fire. Bella is still inside."
Andreas curses.
He and Hacker don't ask a single question. They just hit their feet running.
"Jesus Christ," Andreas whispers.
I make a strangled sound in the back of my throat, wheezing for breath as I try to comprehend the scene outside my gate. An entire half-block is cordoned off, with police cruisers and fire trucks blocking the roadway. Smoke still billows through the trees, a thick, black cloud of it slowly choking the hope out of me.
Hacker pulls his truck as close as he can. I launch myself out before he even stops. I can't breathe. I can't think. This is hell. Literal hell.
"Bella!" I roar, racing for the gate.
"Giant," Dillon Armstrong says, grabbing me by the arm before I can duck beneath the barrier.
I shake him off, a menacing growl ripping from my lips. He isn't stopping me. I don't care if he is the Sheriff and a friend. He isn't stopping me.
"Stop," he says, his voice soft.
My heart cracks, cleaving in two.
"Tell me you have her," I rasp, grabbing him by the vest. "Tell me you have her." I'm not sure if I'm asking, demanding, or begging. "Tell me."
"Cormac."
I let go of Dillon, spinning around so fast I nearly lose my balance. Am I seeing things, or is it her?
"Mischief," I whisper. Soot stains her right cheek and her clothes. Someone wrapped her in a blanket. Crash paces at her side, sticking close.
"You really gotta learn to answer your phone when a girl is having an emergency, Tiny," she says.
I bellow like a wounded fucking bear.
Her blanket flutters to the ground as she launches herself at me, her expression crumbling. Tears pour down her face in a flood as I drag her into my arms.
She's safe.
Ah, God. She's safe.
"They knew where she was going before she ever left the state," Callum says, eyeing me wearily from across the table in the clubhouse kitchen. "They planted a bug at her dad's house."
"Jesus," Cash mutters.
"I'll take care of it," Hacker says, shooting me a look.
I jerk my chin in a nod. The last thing Mac needs is the fucking Dixie Mafia having a hotline directly into his home. He's a billionaire. God only knows what they'd do with access to a man like him and his business partners.