Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Fuck you.” I flip my friend off. “I’m only thirty-seven.”
“I rest my case.” Shaking his head, Rulie sighs before raising his thumb. “Between the MC and Brady’s shit,” he raises another finger, “trying to run Zane and London’s lives long distance,” he stares at his three fingers before glancing over to raise an eyebrow, “and the fear that Vincent Romano’s screw-up is going to come back and bite you in the ass, you’re stretched too thin.”
I blow out a deep breath, realizing Rulie is right. As the oldest, I’ve always watched out for my two younger siblings. It’s difficult to step back and let them lead their own lives, but my plate is overflowing with bullshit.
My granddad agreed to help his good friend, Vincent Romano, dig his floundering corporation out of trouble. When environmental groups investigated Romano International, they found the company’s barely legal dumping is causing a ton of global pollution. The onslaught of negative publicity that followed the discovery tanked their stock as public confidence fell. With the stockholders up in arms, Vincent panicked and begged Granddad for help. I urged my grandfather to keep his distance from the disaster, but he refused to turn his back on his lifelong friend. The old men came up with a plan that has caused me countless headaches. Vincent kicked the bucket leaving his son, Playboy, step in as CEO. I butt heads with the stubborn asshole, who happens to be one of my MC brothers, but he managed to pull off a miracle and bring Romano International back from the brink. Which opened a whole new can of worms, but I’m letting Playboy deal with those. As long as they don’t affect Montoya Investments, he can worry about his ex-business partners and pain in the ass little sisters.
My cellphone rings, and I see Gloria’s picture pop up on the screen as I answer it. “Where is that pain in the ass of mine?” she grumbles over the line.
“Right here.” I smirk and hand the phone to Rulie. “Your boss is calling,” I tease. We all know who wears the pants in that family. Gloria takes care of all my MC brothers and keeps us in line while giving her husband a run for his money.
“No,” he grumbles and stands to pace my office. Glancing down at my computer screen, I ignore his groveling and scan my emails. “I’m sorry, Pookie Poo.” I make gagging noises in the background while my PA begs for his life.
After he hangs up, Rulie turns to me. “Man, I screwed the pooch.” He runs his hand across the back of his neck and grips his long, graying ponytail. “It was my fucking anniversary yesterday, and Gloria neglected to remind me.” Shit. He’s dead meat. I foresee him sleeping on the sofa and bringing hot dogs and beans for lunch the rest of the week. “She wanted me to remember on my own.” He grimaces.
“That’s Karma for giving me shit about my age,” I tell him. I’m a huge believer in Karma.
“Don’t I fucking know it. I better order flowers, chocolates,” he rambles on as he rushes from my office.
Resting my head against the chair, I stare at the ceiling wondering how my life got this crazy. Oh, that’s right. I moved to Silver Spoon Falls, took a stressful job, then co-founded a motorcycle club.
two
HADLEY
“Love Bug, Mommy might have made a mistake.” I glance into the rearview mirror and sigh. My tiny, tan Pekingese raises her eyebrow before lifting her paw to her mouth. As she slowly licks her foot pad, I turn my attention back to the road ahead wondering how I managed to screw up Mr. Davis’ instructions. Surely, the Silver Spoon MC clubhouse isn’t too far away.
Rain pelts my windshield, and I shiver. It’s been a typical Monday. The shop I co-own with my sister, Petal Pushers, was busy all morning, and I was looking forward to a long soak and a little television to relax. Right before close, we had an emergency order come in from a frantic man begging me to make a last-minute delivery to save his life. He explained that he forgot his anniversary and needed us to deliver a groveling apology flower arrangement asap. Because the afternoon had been so slow, Kyra sent Rachel, one of our part-time employees, home early and told the delivery guy to take the evening off. Wanting to show my overprotective twin sister that I can hold up my end of our business, I ignored her offer to handle the delivery and decided to do it myself. After grabbing the flowers and Luv Bug, I set out in the blinding storm.
My cell phone rings, and I hit the button on my steering wheel to answer the call over Bluetooth. “Where are you?” Kyra’s concerned voice blares through my tiny car.