Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
I love Connor, really I do. When our parents died in a car accident when I was twelve, he raised me. He was barely twenty-one, working in the oilfields just trying to keep us together. He was normal. And then he met Rooster and joined the Hell's Vipers.
Nothing has been the same since. Connor hasn't been the same since. I used to dream about getting us both out of this town. Now, well, now I'm not so sure I'll ever get him out of here. This life didn't choose him. He chose it. I spend half of my time trying to keep him out of prison, and the other half feeling guilty for wanting to get myself out of here in one piece.
It looks like tonight is going to be more of option one.
"If I get kidnapped or die tonight, I'm coming back to haunt you," I mutter and then adjust my car keys, holding them like a weapon. They probably won't do me much good, but they're better than nothing. I take a breath and hurry across the street, my heart beating so fast I'm a little afraid I'm going to have a freaking heart attack and die on the sidewalk.
I was not made for confrontation or acts of bravery. I'm much more suited to reading about them from the safety of my bedroom. But I've gotten good at faking it until I make it. I can cry later.
I work up what little nerve I possess and poke my head into the dark alley.
"Excuse me?" I call, proud when my voice doesn't waver. "If you're trying to break in, you should probably reconsider. My brother owns the place, and we have cameras. He's pretty good at hunting down people who cross him. Fencing stolen jewelry for a few bucks isn't worth what he'll put you through when he finds you."
"What the fuck?" one of the men growls. His voice is rich and smooth like expensive whiskey, and I immediately like it.
"Who says we're breaking in?" the other asks, his tone full of amusement.
"You're creeping around an alley after dark." Once the light trickling in from the street ends a few feet in, there's nothing but inky blackness in the alley. There isn't even moonlight to help illuminate the way.
"I had to take a leak," the amused one says.
"And you needed your friend to hold it for you?" I snark.
"Sweetheart, you couldn't pay me enough to let that bastard near my cock," the amused one drawls. "It'd break his wee little heart to see it."
There. He's to the left.
I turn in that direction and squint. A thick shadow—more solid than the rest—moves at the far end of the alley, near the back door of the pawnshop. The would-be burglar is far enough away that I relax slightly. He hasn't tried to come any closer.
Where's the other one?
"Aww, would he feel bad for you?" I ask, sarcasm heavy in my voice. "You know, it's okay if you're a grower and not a show-er. Even though you all claim you're walking around with anacondas in your pants, most men are."
The amused one barks laughter. "You're a ballsy little thing, aren't you?"
"Who says I'm little?"
"Is she little, Playboy?"
"Tiny," the other one says from behind me, his voice whisper soft.
I open my mouth to scream, but it's already too late. The man grabs me before I can make a sound, gently clamping his hand over my mouth. Stupidly, I forget about the keys in my hand until they hit the ground at my feet. Panic seizes me, and I just…let them go.
"Easy, little one," he murmurs, his voice a velvety rasp of sound in my ear as he hauls me up against his body. "Easy. I'm not going to hurt you."
Right. I bet that's what all kidnappy murderers say right before they throw you into the back of a Chester the Molester van. Then you disappear, only to turn up unalive in the middle of the desert ten years later.
This one doesn't sound like a kidnappy murderer, though. He doesn't feel like one either. Are they all this hard? And dressed in fancy suits? Better question…why is a guy in a fancy suit trying to break into my brother's pawnshop?
And why does he smell so good?
"Mmphmm mmph mmmph mmm!"
"What'd she say?" the amused one asks, jogging up to us.
"How the fuck should I know?" Fancy Suit asks, holding me pressed tight against his body. He keeps me subdued but does it carefully as if he's trying not to hurt me. Interesting behavior for a kidnapper.
"She's probably insulting your cock," the amused one says.
"Mmmph mmm mmph," I mutter, trying to tell them that they're both idiots.
"I have no idea what you're saying, little one," Fancy Suit says and sighs. "We're not breaking into the pawnshop, and we're not trying to hurt you. If I let you go, don't scream. That'll just piss me off."