The Heir (Silver Spoon MC #4) Read Online Loni Ree, Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: , Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Loni Ree
Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
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"We're going to get in trouble," Catriona hisses, tugging on my arm as a cop car turns onto the block. "I can't go to jail with torn panties, Andreas."

As if I'd let her go to jail at all.

"Relax, little one," I murmur, rapping on the glass door. Unlike the other, more elaborate entrances to the stadium, this entrance consists only of two sets of double doors. "We're exactly where we're supposed to be."

"You still tore my panties," she mumbles, making me chuckle. If she's expecting an apology, she'll be waiting a while. I don't regret tearing her panties in the least. Keeping my hands off her is going to be a serious problem. She's a little temptress when she wants to come. I'm not nearly strong enough to tell her no. If she doesn't fall for me soon, we're going to be in serious fucking trouble.

"Keep being fucking cute and I'll tear every pair you own," I tell her, smirking.

"You will not!" she gasps.

"Try me, rabbit."

She narrows her eyes on me, her chin coming up. "Fine," she says. "Go ahead and tear them. And then you can explain to the whole world why they keep seeing my butt every time I wear a dress." She presses up against me, her gorgeous tits smashed onto my arm. "And just so you know, I plan to wear lots of dresses, Andreas Romano."

"New rule," I growl, plunging my hand into her hair and tipping her head back until my mouth hovers inches from hers. "If anyone sees what belongs to me, you'll spend the next three days wearing nothing but my handprints and my cum."

She moans softly and then something…contemplative flashes in her eyes. "Wait. Does that include tonight?"

Does that include…?

Jesus Christ. She's trying to kill me.

"Little one?"

"Hmm?"

"Kiss me before you make me stand my brother up," I say, chuckling.

"Fine," she mutters. "But you still owe me new panti–"

I cut her off with my lips on hers. By the time I let her up for air, the security guard is at the door, and she's forgotten that she's disgruntled over the hole in her panties.

"Hi," she squeaks to the security guard, blushing profusely. "Um, I'm pretty sure we aren't supposed to be here, but he doesn't listen to me." She jerks her thumb at me.

"'Sup, Playboy?" Grizz says, grinning at me.

"Good to see you," I murmur, sliding my palm against his then pounding our fists together. Like a lot of the guys who do security at shows here, Grizz works for Giant's company, Carmichael Security. They specialize in protection for people like Bender, celebrities with massive followings. Grizz is a fucking behemoth. No one gets past him.

"Of course you know him," Catriona says, sighing dramatically.

Grizz looks at her then back to me. "This one's yours?"

"Working on it."

"Nice," he says. "He's waiting for you guys. You need me to take you up?"

"Nah. I know where to find him," I say.

"Here." Grizz hands me two VIP passes. "Just in case anyone gives you a hard time."

I snort but take the passes anyway. When your face is plastered everywhere as often as mine is, people tend to know your name. And if they don't remember your name, they're smart enough to find someone who does before they stop you. I can't recall the last time someone questioned whether I was allowed to be somewhere. I could be on my way to rob the place, and most people would happily show me the way. It's goddamn ridiculous, honestly.

"Holy crap!" Catriona whisper-shouts.

I glance down at her.

"Bent is playing here tonight." She points at the giant banner stretched across the far wall. Bender's ugly mug is front center, his long hair, and dark eyes unmistakable. Women go fucking crazy over him. It's great for me. When he's around, everyone leaves me alone and bugs the hell out of him instead.

"Mmhmm," I say, chuckling. Most women would have asked a million questions by now about our plans for the night. Not Catriona. I think if I were anyone else, she'd have asked just as many questions and wouldn't have been satisfied until she had answers. But she knows she's safe with me. She trusts me to take care of her. "I thought you might like to meet Bender, little one."

"You know Bender?" She gapes at me.

"He's one of my brothers.

"Really? He's the one we're here to meet?"

"Yep."

"Catch y'all later," Grizz says.

"Thanks, man."

He gives us a two-finger salute and then takes off. I lace my fingers through Catriona's and head toward the stairs to go find Bender. The stadium is home to the Houston Rockets, so everything is decked out in team colors and memorabilia. Catriona barely notices. She walks quietly at my side for a moment and then peers up at me, her lip caught firmly between her teeth.

"You're a billionaire," she says. "Bender is a rockstar. Giant is…I'm not sure what he is, but he's something. Jude is a lawyer. Are there any normal people in your MC, Andreas?"


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