Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
"Fuck no," Cash snaps, sending a ripple of laughter through the room. Even Troian and Gage laugh.
"Ah, come on," the giant complains. "I've been waiting years to watch Hands turn into a territorial bastard. Don't ruin my fun now."
"I'm not helping him hide your big ass body, Giant," one of the other brothers murmurs. "I've got enough shit to deal with already."
"He couldn't take me," Giant grins, flashing two dimples.
"Trust me," one of the brothers in a suit says, his blue eyes locked on me. There's something in his gaze that's almost…sad. "He could take you."
"Do you want me to kick them out, Samara?" Cash asks.
"I…no," I say, quickly shaking my head.
He can't hide his surprise, even though he masks it quickly.
"Please stay," I whisper, a little afraid he's going to make them leave anyway. I don't want that. Tate asked me to get to know them, and I want to do that. After everything he's done for me, I owe it to him to give these men a chance. I owe it to them too. I think I owe it to myself and Scout too.
Cash hesitates for a brief moment and then nods.
"Then let me introduce you," he says, motioning me forward. "Come here, kitten."
The blonde steps forward to meet us.
"Samara, this is my wife, Hadley."
"Hi," Hadley says, giving me a sweet smile. Her blue eyes swim with empathy, her expression warm and open. She seems nice. Not fake nice, but genuinely nice. I immediately like her. "It's really nice to meet you, Samara."
"You too," I whisper. "Um, thank you for coming today."
"Anytime," she says, and I know it's not just a platitude. She means it.
Cash starts introducing the brothers at the back of the room, pointing to the man in the suit who said Tate could take Giant. "That's Jude Despora," Cash says. "We call him Fifth."
"Nice to meet you, Samara," Jude says, giving me a smile.
"Hi," I whisper.
"Next is Andreas Romano, Playboy."
Andreas flashes me a smile, not saying anything. He looks a lot like Cash, only with an olive skin tone and a hardness in his eyes that Cash lacks. All the brothers seem like they come from money, but Andreas more than most.
"I'm Rulie," the middle-aged guy beside Andreas says, lifting his hand in a two-finger salute. "The gorgeous woman by the coffee pot is my old lady, Gloria."
"It's nice to meet you both," I whisper, smiling. I like him instantly.
"I'm Rafe," the guy beside Gloria says, lifting his hand in a wave. "You can call me Lynch. Like Andreas and Jude, he's dressed in a suit.
"Hi, Rafe."
"Landon," the hunk in the cowboy hat drawls, winking at me. "Everyone calls me Cowboy."
"Beside him is Finn," Cash says, introducing the guy in a t-shirt and glasses. "We call him Hacker."
"Hey, Samara," Finn says, his lips curving into a smile.
"I'm Cormac," Giant says, flashing me that pirate's smile. I already know he's trouble with a capital T. But I don't think he's a bad guy. Just a handful. His nickname certainly fits him.
"And this," Cash says, turning to the last man in the room, "is His Royal Highness, Damien De Angelis. We call him Angel."
"More like His Royal Pain in the Ass," Rafe mutters, earning grins from his brothers.
"His Royal Highness?"
"Angel is the Crown Prince of Belldonnia," Cash says, grinning.
"Oh, wow," I say, fidgeting. "Um, I've never met royalty before. Am I supposed to bow or curtsey or something?"
"Fuck no," Damien growls, his deep voice slightly accented. "I come here to get away from all of that. These assholes just like to give me shit about it." He scowls at Cash before turning back to me. "It's nice to meet you, Samara. Though I wish it were under better circumstances."
"Me too." I glance around the room at everyone, powerful emotion swelling in my chest. For the first time in a long time, maybe for the first time ever, I don't feel alone. Because of Tate, Scout is surrounded by love and so I am.
Tears of gratitude well in my eyes, spilling over before I can stop them.
"Thank you," I say as their faces blur. "All of you."
Half an hour later, the waiting begins in earnest. Jules calls to let me know that they're getting started. My hands shake when I hang up the phone. They tremble so hard it takes two tries before I'm able to replace the receiver in the cradle.
Thirteen sets of eyes focus on me when I turn to face the room.
"They just got started," I say, my voice shaking as hard as my hands.
A murmur of unease ripples through the room as everyone tenses at once. I think I let every single one of these men into my heart right then and there. The fact that they care enough to worry about a baby they've never met speaks volumes about the kind of men they are. The fact that they're here at all does too. I'm sure they have a million things they'd rather do today than wait around a hospital, but they're here anyway.