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)
"They were just waiting for an opportunity to make a play for her." Callum fingers the bruise across the side of his face, a savage grin dancing at his lips. "The little fucker said they thought I'd be easier to take down than you."
They won't make that mistake again. He killed one of the two. The other, the little fucker, will be extradited back to Tennessee on murder charges once he's released from the hospital.
It'll be a hot minute before that happens. Callum worked him over good, trying to find out what they knew about Isla. Either he's a better liar than he is a criminal, or he and his buddies know nothing about Mischief's twin.
Whatever Isla is up to has nothing to do with this shitshow. Hacker and Callum are leaving first thing in the morning to help Mac find her, but Mischief's nightmare is over.
I think mine is only just beginning. It'll be a long goddamn time before I forget the abject terror I felt today. I thought I lost her. For several agonizing moments, I thought she was gone. That feeling will haunt me for the rest of my life.
"Are we done here?" I rasp, standing up abruptly. I don't want to be here right now, rehashing what happened today with my MC brothers and my cousin. I don't give a fuck how much damage there is to the house or how long it'll take to repair it. None of that matters. I need to be with Mischief.
"Yeah, brother," Cash says, empathy in his eyes. The same reflects in the face of every single one of our brothers— Hands, Cowboy, Andreas, Bender, Fifth, Lynch, Hacker, and Angel. "Go be with your girl. We'll handle shit from here."
I jerk my chin in a nod, grateful beyond measure for the bonds of this brotherhood and the kinship that comes with it. I don't have to explain, not to them. And I don't have to ask, not of them. They know because they've all been here in their own way. We've all hoisted the load so each of us could put it down for a while.
It's who we are. It's what we do. That's the Silver Spoon MC.
"Thank you," I rasp, tapping my hand over my heart.
To a man, they all tap back.
Chapter Twelve
Bella
Cormac's suite at the clubhouse is nothing like I expected. Then again, nothing about him is what I expected. He defies all my expectations in the best ways possible. The heavy driftwood furniture and blue walls make the room feel like an oasis.
I'm seated in the middle of his massive bed, trying to comb through my hair, when he comes barging into the room like he expects to find me crawling out the window. As soon as his gaze settles on me, the tension in his shoulders eases. He closes the door, leaning back against it.
"You showered."
"I smelled like smoke," I say, grimacing. I still can't believe they set his house on fire. Thank God for Crash. Had he not alerted us to danger, we might not have known anyone was on the property until it was too late.
But thanks to his sharp senses, Callum caught them in the act. The living room sustained heavy damage, but the rest of the house is okay. So are we. Well, mostly. Callum is a little banged up and it may be a long time before I sleep peacefully again. But we're safe.
And the monsters who killed Bellamy…well, the one who shot him won't be able to hurt anyone ever again. His accomplice will face the justice system for both of them. I hope he rots in prison. It's better than he deserves.
"I would have showered with you," Cormac says, strolling toward me.
"You were busy."
His handsome face falls into a frown. "I'm never too busy for you, Mischief. I was trying to give you a little space to talk to your parents."
"I know." I tip my head back, staring up at him. Our conversation was emotional. I've never seen my dad tear up like he did today. It made me cry to realize just how worried he's been about me. "Um, they heard from Isla."
"Yeah?"
"She got married. To Bellamy's son, Brantley."
Cormac's eyes widen, but he doesn't seem surprised, not really.
"You guessed, didn't you?"
"I suspected a man was involved, though not which man." He reaches out, twisting one of my curls around his finger. "Girls like your sister don't run away from home in the middle of a crisis unless they have a reason. She's not into drugs, gambling, or anything shady, so that narrows the options."
"I didn't even know she was dating anyone."
"Maybe she didn't think you'd approve," he suggests.
"I…" I heave a sigh. Is that why she didn't tell me? Because she didn't think I'd approve? I haven't exactly been Brantley's biggest fan. I was convinced he was the one who owed money, and I refused to believe anything else. But as I'm quickly coming to learn, people aren't always what you think. The man in front of me is a perfect example of that. He's so much more than I expected.