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)
Mac Sterling is going to kill me.
But oh, what a way to go.
Chapter Two
Bella
Either Texans are built different, or I hopped on a plane headed straight to hell. Because I just escaped one giant. And now I've got another one staring at me with a smile that's all pirate. And unlike the other giant, this one doesn't annoy me on sight. He is…wow.
Dark brown hair sweeps across his forehead, overly long and a little unkempt, not as if he's been running his hands through it, but more like he's had it smashed down inside a helmet for a while. There's steel in his gray eyes and a bump on his nose that matches. It's been broken at least once before. But it doesn't detract from how freaking hot he is. If anything, it gives him a wicked, sexy vibe, especially paired with those killer dimples.
I'm not a small girl, but his hands nearly touch where they're wrapped around me. And I've got my head craned all the way back to meet his gaze. He doesn't tower over me. He dwarfs me like the earth swallowing the moon's shadow. He's by far the biggest man I've ever met. And my uncle used to play football professionally, so I've seen big men before now.
I don't even have to ask to know that he's related to the other giant, Callum. I'm guessing that makes him Cormac Carmichael, the man I've been fobbed off on for the foreseeable future. It's a pity, really. Because this man is five-alarm fire hot, and he's doing crazy things to my body. My skin tingles like it's waking up for the very first time, and my stomach flutters and spins.
But I am so not sleeping with the enemy.
And he may not know it yet, but he is the enemy. My dad just decided I should come here without even giving me a say, and this man willingly agreed. No one asked my opinion. They chose for me. And I've never much cared for following along obediently.
I bet this is how the Fresh Prince felt. Only…this is probably worse than that. Because at least he had family in Bel-Air. I know no one in Texas, and I'm not running from a fight. I'm hiding from the cowards who murdered my boss in cold blood.
I just want to go home to my twin, Isla, and my life. I want to be there when they catch the men who murdered Bellamy. Is that so wrong? I liked my boss. Despite what everyone says about him, they're wrong. He was a good, honest man. He wasn't involved in drugs and didn't deserve what happened to him. But I can't do anything about it from Texas.
"My name isn't Mischief," I growl, narrowing my eyes at Cormac. "It's not baby, sweetheart, or baby girl, either. It's Bella."
"Oh, you're going to be fun, aren't you?" His smile widens, his gray eyes lighting up.
I wriggle in his grip, trying to get him to let me go. He tugs me closer to his body instead.
"My name is Cormac," he rumbles, his voice like the purr of an engine. I like it far too much. "My friends call me Giant, but you'll call me Cormac."
"I think I'll go with Tiny," I mutter and then frown at him. "If you're as annoying as the other one, we're going to have problems, Tiny. I don't take orders, especially from strange men." My dad didn't raise me to be silent and follow along blindly. I'm opinionated, and I talk back.
Which is exactly how I ended up in this situation in the first place. But I'm not ready to think about that yet. If I do, I might cry. And I don't want to cry in front of this man. I'll do that when I'm alone later, and the pillow can soak up the evidence of my tears.
"I've got two rules, Mischief," Cormac says, completely ignoring me. "Don't put yourself in danger. And don't let another man put his hands on you. If you follow those rules, you and I are going to get along just fine. You break my rules, and I'll have you bent over my knee, pleading for mercy."
"You did not just say that," I gasp, shock running through me in a current.
"Said it. Meant it. Would say it again."
"So you're worse than the other one." An incredulous, hysterical laugh escapes before I can stop it. "Oh my God. This is not supposed to be my life. I don't even understand how this is my life right now. How is it that I witness a murder and end up a prisoner to a crazy giant while the men who did the crime run free?"
Cormac clamps a hand gently over my mouth. "Shh, Mischief," he says, his voice oddly soft. His expression matches. "You can rant and rave all you want when we get you home, but for now, we need you to be just another traveler. That's how we keep you safe."