Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
The eight minutes it took me to get to her today were the longest eight goddamn minutes of my life. Every possible scenario played through my mind, every way in which I could lose her, every way in which he could hurt her. Had he been there when I got there, I think I would have killed him on sight. I think my brothers know it too. They aren't helping me watch over her simply for her protection. They're trying to keep me out of jail too. Because far too many of them have been exactly where I was today. Far too many of my brothers understand exactly how I feel right now.
"We'll find him, brother," Giant says. "Between your computer juju and my guys, he won't be able to hide for long. I've already got Grizz running his name through your systems to see what hits. We should have something soon."
"Thanks." I expel a breath, scrubbing a hand across the top of my head.
"Go take care of your woman, you lucky motherfucker," Giant says.
I smile at the envy in his tone. Giant doesn't run from a fucking thing, not even the prospect of love. The man is hungry for his soulmate and won't stop until he finds her. When he does, he's going to leave a crater a mile wide in the earth. Whoever she is, I hope she's ready for his overgrown ass because he's going to change her whole world.
"Jealousy isn't your color, my man," I tease.
"Fuck you and the horse you rode in on."
"It was a Harley."
He grunts, incapable of blaspheming the Harley name, and then hangs up on me.
I chuckle quietly, calmer than I was before he called. Which I'm guessing was his point. Giant may act like life is all fun and games, but he can read people in a single look and sees things a lot more clearly than most. His instincts are rarely wrong. He loves fiercely and will fight to death for the people he cares about.
I shove my cell into my pocket, check around the perimeter of the house, keeping my eyes peeled for Silas's town car, and then head back inside to my little bookworm. My little bookworm has been out of my sight far too long already.
I find her curled up on the couch, staring blankly into space. She has a book spread open on her lap, but I doubt she's read a single page. Her gaze shifts to mine, her hazel eyes warming as they run across me. Her cheeks heat too, color seeping into them. She's been quiet tonight, withdrawn. I don't like it.
"Hey," she whispers.
"Hey." I flip the deadbolt, locking the door. I've already checked and secured every other door and window in the house. Ophelia helped. Rulie filled her in on the situation before we picked her up. He swears she dragged it out of him. I'm curious as hell to know what she did to make the man blush. I didn't think he had it in him. "Is your aunt in bed?"
Scarlett bobs her head in a nod, guilt flickering across her face. "She said this was too much excitement for an old lady."
"Pretty baby, that's code for I'm going to get out of your hair so that man of yours can do dirty things to make you feel better," I say, striding toward her. "Ophelia hasn't had too much excitement since she incited a riot when the ice cream factory closed."
Scarlett leans back against the couch, staring up at me. "I never know if you're joking or not," she mutters when I stop right in front of her, my legs caging hers in.
"About the ice cream factory closing?"
"About any of it."
"They put chains on the doors overnight," I murmur, slipping her bookmark into place and then sliding the book off her lap. "When the crew showed up for work, they found a note on the doors saying the place was permanently closed. When your aunt found out, she marched everyone right down to the owner's mansion and said she wasn't leaving without their paychecks and severance packages. He decided to call the police to forcibly remove her."
"Wow," Scarlett whispers.
"It didn't work out the way he planned. His workers raised hell when the cops showed up. They tore his propriety apart. It was such a public relations nightmare for him, he eventually fled town," I murmur, setting her book on the table beside the sofa. "He paid every dime he owed the workers before he went."
"My aunt is a badass."
"So is her niece."
"Are you very mad at me?" she asks.
"Mad at you?" My eyes widen. "What makes you think I'm mad at you, Scarlett?"
She shrugs, glancing away from me. "I'm causing you a lot of trouble. I'm sure you have more important things to do than stay here. You should really go do those things, Finn. Aunt Ophelia and I will be fine. We'll keep the doors locked. You don't need to inconvenience yourself like this."