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)
Crash lifts his head to look at me, and then decides to steal my spot in the bed. He plops down beside Bella with a grunt, closing his eyes. Damn spoiled dog.
"What’s up?" I ask, ducking out into the hallway to talk to Mac.
"Has Bella heard from Isla?" he growls, tension heavy in his voice. Threads of fear vibrate just below the surface, bringing me fully awake.
"No. They were supposed to talk yesterday but Isla ran out early. She said she had an appointment she forgot about. Why?" I ask.
"Motherfucker," Mac growls. "She's missing."
My stomach sinks like a fucking stone.
"What the fuck do you mean by missing?"
"I mean missing," he snaps. "She left in the middle of the night." His voice cracks. "She left a goddamn note on her pillow saying not to worry, and that she was safe. But her fucking phone is here. Her car is here. I can't track her."
"Jesus Christ," I breathe. Bella is going to freak out. The worst place for Isla right now is running around by herself. She looks too goddamn much like Bella. If the wrong people get their hands on her…. "What do you need?"
"Find my daughter," Mac rasps. "I don't care what it takes. Help me find my daughter."
I don't even hesitate. Bella is here with the MC and my men to protect her. Every last one of them will take a bullet before they let anyone hurt her. But losing her sister will destroy her in ways that can't ever be repaired. They share a bond that time doesn't heal.
"I'll be there by noon," I promise.
"Bella, baby," I whisper, running my hand down the side of her face. "Wake up."
"Go away, Tiny. It's too early for more sex," she mumbles, dragging my pillow closer. "Ask again in ten minutes."
I smile despite myself. She's too damn perfect. I don't want to tell her this. It's going to break her heart.
"Wake up, Mischief. Something happened."
I'm not sure if my words sink in or if something in my tone registers, but her lashes flutter. Those baby blues open, fixating on me.
"Is it bad?" she whispers.
I don't lie to her. I can't.
"I don't know."
She sighs and pulls herself up into a sitting position, dragging the covers with her. "Tell me," she says, as fearless as ever. Bella never wants the comforting lie. She'd rather have the hard truth, plainly spoken.
I hesitate anyway, pulling her into my lap before I give it to her. She rests her head on my shoulder, letting me comfort her even before she knows why.
"Isla is missing," I murmur, giving her the truth the way she wants it. "She left a note on her pillow and left in the middle of the night. No one knows where she's gone."
"Oh, Iz," Bella sighs.
"Do you know where she might go, baby?"
"No." She shakes her head. Hesitates. And then shakes it again.
"Tell me," I demand.
"I don't have anything to tell," she says, brows furrowed as she looks up at me. "She’s been acting weird when we talk, like she's holding something back, but she hasn't been ready to talk about it." Her expression falls. "Maybe I should have pushed."
"This isn't your fault," I growl, cupping her cheek. "Don't think it is."
"What if…?"
"We aren't going to let that happen," I say firmly. "I've already called Andreas. He'll have his jet ready to go in an hour. We're going to find her."
"I'll go get dressed." She pushes away from me, rising to her feet on the bed.
I grab her, dragging her back down into my arms. "You aren't going, Mischief."
"What? Yes, I am."
"You aren't."
Her chin comes up, stubborn intractability firing in her eyes. And goddamn. I wish I had time to fuck her happy again, but I don’t. There's no time to argue either. The longer we do, the longer Isla is out there unprotected and vulnerable. The longer she's in danger.
I vowed to protect Mischief. That means protecting her heart too. I have to bring her sister home safely. There is no other option. Not one I can live with anyway. Not one she can, either.
"You aren't the boss of me, Cormac Carmichael. I'm going home to find my sister," she growls.
"No, baby, you aren't. Putting yourself in danger won't get her out of it. You're already home. And you're going to keep your stubborn little ass right here where you belong while I go find your sister." I narrow my eyes on her, not fucking around this time. "I'll tie you to this bed if that's what it takes."
"You wouldn't."
"You know damn well that I would."
"If you tie me up, I'll never forgive you," she cries, betrayal stamped across her face as she hurriedly puts distance between us. Seeing the pain in her eyes fucking kills me. Knowing she's mad at me kills me too. It's a goddamn miserable position to be in, hurting the woman you live and breathe for. But I do it anyway. What choice do I have?