Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
"We're still your brothers, motherfucker."
"Maybe," Cormac grunts. "I've decided I don't like any of you that much."
"Don't be rude to your brothers, Cormac."
"Yeah, Cormac," the first one who spoke— a handsome dark-haired man with green eyes— says, smirking. "Don't be rude to your brothers."
Cormac flips him off and then turns to me. "Mischief, this is Jason Montoya. We call him Cash. He's our prez, though I couldn't tell you why."
"Someone has to keep your big ass in line," Cash— the man so just spoke— mutters and then winks at me. "It's nice to meet you, sweetheart. "Sorry you've been saddled with this asshole."
"Doesn't look like she minds too much from where I'm standing," a man in a cowboy hat drawls, smiling at me.
My cheeks heat.
"Blink twice if you're in need of rescue," he says.
"I will kill you," Cormac says without heat, pulling me back a step.
His brothers all laugh. The cowboy's smile grows.
"This is Landon. We call him Cowboy. You'll never guess why." Cormac rolls his eyes, but I see the humor in them. He's only teasing. He points at the man in glasses next, the one covered in tattoos. "This is Finn, also known as Hacker."
"You're a hacker?" I ask, impressed. He doesn't look like any computer nerd I've ever met.
"He's a fucking genius," Cormac answers for him. "Don't let that fool you though, Mischief. He's still an idiot."
"Man, fuck you," Hacker says, laughing.
"This is Rafe. We call him Lynch."
I eye the man standing next to Hacker, a little afraid to ask how he got his nickname.
"Grew up in Lynchburg," he says as if reading my mind.
"I'm Tate. They call me Hands," the guy next to Lynch says, smiling at me.
"He's a pediatric surgeon."
"Don't forget pain in the ass," Cash supplies.
"Right." Cormac grins at me. "He's a pain-in-the-ass pediatric surgeon."
"And then we've got Bender." Cormac points to him, but I recognize him. It's hard not to know who he is when his band was one of the biggest in the world. "Jude, Fifth." The man in the fancy suit beside Bender gives me a smile. "Prince Damien De Angelis. We call him Angel. I don't know why. He's the fucking devil."
Angel laughs, flipping him the bird. "It's nice to meet you, Bella."
"Um, you too," I whisper, not exactly sure how I'm supposed greet a prince. But I figure if he's flipping Cormac off, I can probably skip a curtsey.
"And this," Cormac says, turning me gently to face the man on the end, "is Andreas Romano, Playboy."
I can tell by the way he introduces him that Andreas is special to him, his closest friend. It's obvious Andreas feels the same way about Cormac. The bond between them is apparent.
"Hi, Andreas."
"It's good to finally meet you, Bella," he says as if he's been waiting a long time. He meets Cormac's gaze over my head. "Changed your mind about the water, didn't you?"
"Fuck off," Cormac mutters, making Andreas smile.
"Another one bites the dust," Tate says and then laughs. "Jesus. The girls are going to love this."
"Speaking of the girls," Cormac says. "Mischief needs clothes, shoes, makeup, shampoo, all the girly shit. Help a brother out?"
"You want the girls to take her shopping?" Cash asks.
Cormac shakes his head. "I need the shopping to come to her." He releases me long enough to pull his wallet out of his pocket and hand over a credit card.
"Shit." Cash grins, taking possession of the card. "I'll gladly let our wives go on a spree with your money. Consider it payback for all the shit you've given us for the last year and a half. Just don't say I didn't fucking warn you when they buy out the entire goddamn mall."
"I don't need that much," I protest, feeling guilty. I brought a couple of outfits with me. With a few more, I'll be fine. "Just a few things."
"It's fine, Mischief," Cormac says, running a hand down my arm. "I can afford it. Besides, you're worth whatever damage they do."
An hour later, Rafe, Cowboy, and Tate leave with half of the wives for the mall. The others stay behind to help Rulie and Gloria, the older couple who are like parents to the MC, take care of the babies. There are a lot of them! My head is spinning a little bit.
I never realized just how much like family an MC could be, but this one is. Even their clubhouse is like one giant house where they all spend time together with their families. It's organized chaos.
There's so much love between everyone. Seeing them together makes me homesick in a way I've never been before now. I've always been just a short drive from home, able to visit at any time. Isla and I have never gone more than a few hours without speaking. But I'm not even allowed to call or text her in case anyone is tracking me.