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)
She pauses by the table stacked high with Finn's books.
"Those are Finn's," I mutter.
"Finn reads mafia romance?" She quirks a brow.
"It's a long story."
"Then it's a good thing they'll be arguing for the next hour," she says, looping her arm through mine and pulling me toward the back. "Because that leaves you plenty of time to spill."
"Do you want me to start with the tentacle porn, the mafia romance, or the stalker?"
"I think we're going to need longer than an hour," she mumbles.
Chapter Eight
Finn
"You're sure this is where he's staying?" Giant asks, running a hand down his chin as he eyes the Silver Spoon Suites, a resort hotel situated just outside of town. In its heyday, the resort stayed booked. And then Jimmy Gatlin, the owner, targeted Andreas "Playboy" Romano's sister, Autumn. The truth about what kind of man he really is has come out in a steady stream ever since. Needless to say, his businesses aren't thriving in this town any longer.
"Positive," I growl, peeling my leathers off and shoving them into my saddlebags. The late morning sun beats down on the back of my neck, though I doubt it's the reason I feel overheated. My blood has been simmering all night. Leaving Scarlett at the shop didn't help. Even though my brothers are there to protect her, I want this shit finished so badly I can taste it. I won't be able to relax until I know she's safe. "I hacked his bank account and his email. He checked in five days ago on an open-ended reservation. They've been charging him nightly." I nod at the black town car parked in one of the few occupied spots. "And that's his car. I ran his plates."
"It's a goddamn miracle you haven't been arrested yet," Giant mutters with a disgusted shake of his head. "Armstrong is going to flip his shit if he ever finds out you've been hacking into TCIC using his login credentials."
"I don't use his."
Giant cocks a brow.
"I use the NSAs."
"Jesus Christ," he mutters, laughing abruptly.
The way I figure it, after all the shit I've done to help them out over the years, they owe me. Looking the other way when I occasionally commit a felony to gather intel is the least they can do. I use my powers for good and all that shit. Besides, they can't afford for me to go to prison. I know all their dirty secrets, and I keep my mouth shut. They might not be so lucky with the next hacker they stumble across. Most of us are mercenaries for hire. Money talks, bullshit walks.
I have plenty of money. That's not why I do what I do. I enjoy the challenge and the thrill of the chase. I'm also a nosy motherfucker who happens to like cracking into vaults of information to reveal their secrets. The things people don't want you to know are always the most interesting things about their companies or governments. Knowing those things helps keep them honest.
"What do you want to do?" Giant asks.
"Rip his balls out through his throat."
He places a firm hand on my shoulder, his expression grim. "You need to play this cool, brother. If you go in there with your temper raging, you're not going to do yourself or your girl any favors. She expects you to come back to her today. If I have to go back and tell her that you're in jail for killing this motherfucker, I'm going to be pissed about it."
"I'm not going to kill him."
Giant's grip on my shoulder loosens.
"Yet," I add. "Too many witnesses. I'm going to impress upon him why I should be seeing assholes and elbows within the hour. After that, I'll kill him."
"We should have brought backup," Giant mumbles, running a weary hand down his face.
"You are my backup."
"Your backup needs backup." He climbs off his bike, shaking his head like he just knows this is going to end badly. "I'm too goddamn old for you to be flipping the script on me now, Hacker. You're supposed to be the rational, levelheaded brother, not the kamikaze, balls-to-the-wall brother."
"He made her cry."
"Prick," Giant grunts, his eyes narrowing. "Well, let's go knock heads, shall we? If I'm going to jail today, I'd rather get it over with sooner rather than later."
We head inside. The hotel is a ghost town. The lavish fountain in the center of the lobby spilling water into the basin is the only sound. Aside from the young blonde behind the desk, there isn't another soul in sight.
"Welcome to the Silver Spoon Suites," she says, beaming at us. Her gaze climbs up Giant's body, her blue eyes widening in shock. Most people look at him the same way. He's a behemoth of a man. "Checking in?"
"Fuck no," Giant growls. "Your boss is a prick."