Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
"Okay," I agree, clinging to courage with both hands. "I'll meet them."
"Yeah?" he asks.
"Yeah."
His blinding smile makes me feel like a lion.
Chapter Five
Tate
"What crawled up your ass?" Andreas "Playboy" Romano asks, eyeing me over the rim of his glass, one dark brow arched in question. "You've been in a mood all night."
"Nothing," I lie, shaking my head.
We both know I'm full of shit, but Playboy doesn't press me on it. He just grunts and goes back to his thousand-dollar brandy, content to wait me out.
Unlike a lot of our brothers, Playboy tends to be on the quiet side. He's dealt with his fair share of drama, thanks to the shady dealings of his late father. Vincent knew how to make a scene. Playboy is different. He's playing chess while everyone else is playing checkers. Fifth likes to think we're some of the smartest men in the club. He's wrong. Playboy has us all beat by miles. He's just smart enough to keep his mouth shut. The man is a viper, striking from the shadows.
I pull my phone out and check it for the thousandth time tonight. Samara still hasn't responded to my last message. I'm guessing she's still at Scout's bedside. She's texted me a few times today, but not often. Every time I called the hospital to check on Scout, she was at her side. I hate that she's there alone while I'm at the compound like this is any other night. But driving back to Houston tonight isn't an option when I have to be back here first thing in the morning.
It's pissing me off. My girls have spent far too much time alone already.
My girls. Fuck, I like the sound of that.
I lift my head, looking for Cash. He's on the far side of the bar with Hadley, his hand splayed across her belly. I catch his eye and motion him over. He lifts his chin in a nod and then murmurs something to his girl before he kisses her and heads my way, a beer in hand.
Fifth spots him headed in my direction and excuses himself from a conversation with Hacker. He meets Cash halfway. They stroll toward me and Playboy, crossing the bar quickly. Except for Fifth's olive skin, they could almost pass for biological brothers. They're both big, with dark hair and darker eyes.
Several of our brothers watch them moving in our direction but no one else follows. They turn back to their conversations, giving us privacy. They all know something is up though. I was distracted all throughout Church. That's unusual for me and they all know it.
"What's up, brother?" Cash asks, claiming the empty stool to my right.
Fifth opts to stand near Playboy instead of taking a barstool.
"I'm not going to be around much for a while," I say. "I've got some shit going on in Houston."
"A patient?" Cash asks.
"A girl," Fifth says, smirking.
Bastard.
I narrow my eyes on him. He flips me off in return, taking a pull from his bottle.
"That's why you're in a bad mood?" Playboy laughs. "Shit. I thought you lost a patient or something the way you've been acting all night. I was preparing myself for the fact that none of us were sleeping tonight until you were thoroughly wasted. Instead, you're fucked up over a girl."
"Karma's a bitch," Fifth says.
Playboy laughs.
"Man, fuck both of you," I growl. "I'm not in a bad mood. I had an emergency surgery in the middle of the night."
"Mmhmm," Fifth says, smirking.
I turn to Cash, only to find him smirking at me too. Of course he's loving this too. My friends are all assholes.
"It's not just a girl," I say, shaking my head. "Her niece has a congenital heart defect. I'm operating first thing Thursday morning. I need to be there in case anything goes wrong."
"Of course," Cash says, his smirk slipping as his expression grows serious. "What do you need?"
"For someone else to deal with Brady," I mutter. Sheriff Armstrong was at the office today to discuss him. Jules had to agree to a date to get him to leave.
"I'll put someone on it," Cash promises.
"Can we do anything?" Playboy asks, as serious as Cash. We may give each other hell, but this is what the brotherhood is about. We're family. No one ever fights alone, no matter the battle. It doesn't matter if they've met Samara and Scout or not. If they're mine, they're family. Every man in this club knows what that means.
"I'd like to bring Samara to meet everyone," I say, turning slightly to include him and Fifth in this conversation. "But she has…issues with motorcycle clubs." I cut my eyes at Fifth. "One murdered her sister."
"Fuck," Cash growls, his dark brows slashing together.
"Satan's Savages," Fifth supplies, letting me know he's already done some digging for me.
I jerk my chin in a nod, silently giving him permission to tell us what he knows.