Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
"Fuck," he rumbles, stomping toward me. He holds his arms out, waiting for me to untangle myself from Jude to fling myself at his chest. As soon as I do, he wraps me in a bear hug like he has so many times in my life. "I will always love you, baby sister. Always."
I sob his name, clinging to him.
"If he's not good to you, I'll bury him where no one will ever find him," he whispers in my ear.
"He's s-s-so good to me," I whisper back, sniffling through my tears.
He sighs heavily, squeezing me tight, and then slowly releases me.
I reluctantly turn to Uncle Dante, not at all sure what to expect. With him, it could go either way. He wants what's best for me, but his idea of what's best for me and mine don't always align. He's stubborn and set in his ways. Once he's made up his mind, changing it is virtually impossible.
He eyes me for a long, silent moment, and then blows out a breath, shaking his head.
"You're just like your mom, kid," he says, holding his arms out for me. I race forward, hugging him just as tightly as I hugged Dimitri. He chuckles and hugs me back. "Love you, kiddo."
"I love you too," I mumble, wiping my face on his shoulder.
He releases me and I hurry back to Jude's side, eager to feel his arms around me too. I've got three grumpy bears in my life, but only one of them fits me just right. This one. My daddy.
"Does this mean you're not going to fight to make me go back to Houston?" I ask Uncle Dante, just to make sure we're all on the same page here.
"About that," he says, cocking his head to the side.
Jude stirs uneasily, a growl rumbling in his chest.
"It looks like Silver Spoon Falls may be home to all of us for a while, Dev," Dimitri says with a sigh. "We have something to take care of here."
"And what, precisely, would that be?" Cash asks.
"Business," Uncle Dante says.
Cash scowls.
I gape at Uncle Dante. "You're moving here?"
"Looks like it," he says, rubbing a hand down his face and then eyeing me warily. "Is this okay with you, sweetheart?"
"You promise you aren't going to surround me with bodyguards and interfere with my life?" I ask, worried that's exactly what he's going to do. "Because if that's your plan, you should know that I'm not going to cooperate."
"She doesn't need bodyguards," Jude growls. "We protect our family."
Hands and Cash both nod their agreement.
"I see that," Uncle Dante says drily, his gaze flickering to the brothers still waiting by Cash's SUV. His eyes come back to Jude. "If you keep her safe, I won't interfere. But the first time her safety is jeopardized, you and your club will answer to me."
"That day won't come," Jude growls.
"See to it."
"Agreed," Jude growls.
"Agreed," Cash says.
Jude tilts his head toward mine. "Princess? What do you think?"
"Welcome to Silver Spoon Falls," I say, giving my answer without reservation. The three men I love most in the world all in one place? It's almost a perfect fairytale ending. Besides, I know Jude won't allow Uncle Dante to go back on his word. He's my daddy. He'll do whatever it takes to ensure I'm safe without losing my freedom. That's who he is. It's part of why I love him so damn much.
Chapter Seven
Jude
"You're being weird," I growl at Devin, watching her intently from across my room. We're back at the clubhouse. I wanted to take her to my place for the night, but Cash convinced me to stick around here for another couple of days, just to make sure everything is copacetic with her uncle before I take her off the property. It's a smart plan.
He cleared everyone else out to give us privacy. I know we're not entirely alone though. Cowboy and Kyra are at the ranch right next door. Rulie and Gloria are bunking with them for the night. I imagine he's got Giant watching the place tonight too.
"Am not," Devin says, flitting from place to place like a little fairy. She's antsy, unable to sit still. I can practically hear the wheels of her mind spinning from here. She's not talking though. It's driving me up the fucking wall. I hate not knowing every thought that crosses her mind.
"You are."
"Am not," she sing-songs, making me smile. She's too fucking cute for words.
I push off from the wall and pace toward her, snagging her around the waist before she can dance out of my reach. "Remember what happens when you lie to daddy, princess?"
She moans softly.
"Daddy likes sleeping with that little cunt wrapped around him," I growl, pulling her flush against me. "Wouldn't you rather do that than sleep in wet, uncomfortable panties?"
"Oh, yes," she breathes, her eyes already dilating. Jesus. She's a vision. How'd I manage to keep my hands off her for eight months? I must have been a saint. No, I wasn't that. I was an idiot. Too worried about what people would think about her to see what was right in front of my face. To see how badly she needed her daddy.