Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
I tried to talk my friend into retiring in Silver Spoon Falls with me, but he lives for the action. He knows the Silver Spoon MC compound is safe as hell and doubts I’ll need protection once the retirement hullabaloo calms down. Grizz is ready to move on to some other celebrity in need of his help. Giant assigned him to a top-secret project that starts in two weeks. I’m happy for my friend, but I’ll miss him like crazy.
“I’m kinda busy,” I tell Louis, hoping to avoid the drama.
“It’ll only take a few minutes.” Sure, it will.
An hour later, I escape from my blubbering manager and head down to the hotel bar. I need a strong drink.
The dumbass acts like my retirement will leave him destitute, but I’m not leaving him in a jam and we both know it. He will earn a commission on my residual sales for years to come. Plus, the shithead will still represent me. His commission will just be a little less.
I take the private elevator down and step into the back hallway. Luckily, we reserved the private VIP room to celebrate our official retirement after-party, and I shouldn’t have any trouble finding booze. All of my MC brothers attended the show tonight. I glance down at my watch and see they should be at the club by now.
I see Cash, his wife, Hadley, her twin sister, Kyra, and Cowboy sitting in a back booth. Word floating around the club is that Cowboy plans to hitch his wagon to her horses soon. Another dumbfuck that bit the dust recently. I refuse to let any woman lead me around by the balls.
After waving at them, I head for the bar. “This is for you.” Grizz presses a drink into my hand before I even ask. “I figured you could use it after the showdown with Louis.” Fuck. My friend knows me well.
“Thank you,” I groan. “Hopefully, I finally got through to him.”
“I wouldn’t hold my breath.” He slaps me on the back. “You need to check out Cash’s little sister.” He fans himself. “I could ignore my no-dating rule for that little miss.”
My bodyguard wiggles his eyebrows and walks off as I laugh and call to him, “Go for it, man. Just don’t let Cash see. He’ll have your balls.”
Fifteen minutes later, Karma bitch slaps me in the face with my earlier comment. I swallow, watching my future wife laugh at something Grizz is saying. Cash is going to kill me, but having that curvy little angel will be worth it. I shake my head to clear the crazy thoughts and head over to make my move.
Making my way over isn’t easy. Several of my brothers stop me to talk, but I tell each of them I have something important to do. I’m sure all the assholes will give me hell for my drastic change in attitude, but it won’t be so bad eating my words for this curvy beauty. Not when I get to cuddle up to that angel every night. I stop a few feet from them and let her perfection wash over me. Her delicate laugh reaches my ear, soothing me in a way I’ve never felt before. “I can’t believe Cash said that.” She lays her soft hand on his forearm, and a growl erupts from my throat.
They both turn to look at me as I step close. Pulling my head out of my ass, I extend my hand to her. “Bender Valentine.” A satisfied smile breaks out on my face as my eyes move over her bountiful curves. I might be losing my mind, but what a way to go.
Her dark blonde hair hangs loosely around her heart-shaped face, and a fantasy of me twisting the long locks around my fist as I plow into her softness from behind pierces my consciousness. I fight a motherfucking erection while thinking I should’ve changed before the after-party. Hard-ons are hell in tight leather.
Her bright blue eyes widen as she swallows and takes my hand. “London Montoya.” She draws in a deep breath and rambles on, “Thank you so much for setting up the interview with Pen. She’s the best,” the curvy little angel who just stole my heart gushes.
“You can thank me over dinner.” I place my arm across her back and turn to glare at Grizz. “Make excuses for me and arrange for the hotel to serve a meal for us in thirty minutes, please. In the suite. I’m taking my girl to dinner.” The curvy doll stiffens in my arms but allows me to lead her toward the exit. As we walk away, I hear my bodyguard grumbling about the water in Silver Spoon Falls turning us all into pussy-whipped morons.
Chapter Four
London
Wow. I clench my hands into fists, fighting the urge to fan myself as the hot rockstar leads me out the back exit. He’s all my filthiest fantasies rolled into one yummy smelling package. Cash arranged for me to interview Pen months ago, but catastrophes kept popping up that delayed our meeting. We finally decided I would fly to Houston for their last concert. The entertainment world is in an uproar over the news that Bent is retiring.