Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“I’m getting in the SUV now,” I tell him. “She has to be okay,” I mumble more to myself than him.
I pull the phone away from my face and roar at Tony, my chauffer, “Get me to the Town Centre Office building now.”
“I’m heading to the airport right now,” Cash grumbles in my year. The fear in my friend’s voice mirrors my own.
“I’ll text you my flight info. Call or text me when you find out what the fuck is happening.” I barely comprehend his order. My mind is consumed with terror. There’s no way I can lose my little angel now.
The entire ride is a blur. The worst-case scenario keeps running through my mind on a continuous loop, scaring the fuck out of me. I know I wouldn’t survive losing my girl.
Tony barely comes to a stop before I hop out and rush toward the building. A cop grabs me by the shoulder. “Sir, you can’t go in there.” His eyes widen when he recognizes me.
“Please,” I beg him. “My fiancé is in there and I need to get to her.”
“I’m sorry.” Pity enters the older cop’s gaze, and I almost drop to my knees. I have to protect my angel.
I pull away, ready to push the fucker out of my way, when I hear my name. “Bender.” Wild rushes up behind me, and I turn to the frantic man. The angry red color slashing across his cheeks scares the fuck out of me.
I’ve gotten to know the other Cuties’ significant others over the last couple of weeks, and we’ve even developed an almost friendship.
“What is going on?” I fist my hand on the front of his dress shirt. “Are they okay?”
“Some fruitcake walked in and pulled a gun.” He runs his hand over the back of his neck. “She took all the cellphones and ordered all the girls to get in the storage room. The last I heard, they are all fine.” His words should soothe the terror cutting through my soul, but I won’t feel better until I see my angel is okay for myself.
“How do you know this?” Did someone escape? Marco paces the sidewalk behind Wild, stopping every few steps to growl under his breath while Dillon leans against a nearby cop car. I hear his teeth grinding together from several feet away and wince.
“Jenna has two cell phones. My smart wife gave the assailant her home phone and managed to hide her work cellphone. She’s been messaging me, so I know everyone is okay.” He pats my back, and I take my first full breath since I talked to Cash. The restriction squeezing my heart lessens a little knowing they’re alive.
I pull out my phone and send Cash a quick message explaining the situation. He doesn’t respond, and I assume he’s midair.
Wild grabs his phone and frantically reads a message. I grab him by the front of the shirt and beg, “What?”
“It’s over,” he breathes out in a rush. “The crazy bitch has been taken into custody.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Marco bend over and place his hands on his knees and whisper, “Thank God.”
“Bender.” I spin around after hearing my angel’s voice behind me. I rush over and pull her precious body into my arms.
“Are you alright?” I run my hands over every inch of her luscious body, ignoring the commotion going on all around us.
She nods her head a second before leaning over to throw up on the sidewalk. “I’m so sorry,” my angel apologizes, but I ignore her words.
Lifting her into my arms, I rush for the SUV and tell Tony, “Get us to the nearest hospital.”
“Wait,” London interrupts me. “I don’t need the hospital.”
“You were held hostage then started puking,” I remind her. “I’m not taking any chances with you.” I ignore her arguments and signal for Tony to get moving.
“I have to give the police a statement,” she argues, but I don’t care about any police statement. The only thing that’s important to me is my girl’s well-being.
“The fuckers can come to the hospital if they need you.”
Chapter Thirteen
Bend
I kept my shit together through the entire terrifying ordeal, then passed out like a pussy when the doctor informs us my angel is pregnant. “Wake up, sleeping beauty.” My eyes blink open to Cash fucking standing over me. “You need to get your dumb ass up and take care of my sister and nephew.”
“Niece,” my angel argues with Cash. She’s sitting on the hospital bed watching her brother help me to my feet. “Are you okay?” She glances at me, and I see my whole world sitting on the bed across from me.
I drop to my knees in front of her and lean over to lay my head against her stomach. “I promise I’ll take better care of you from now on.”