Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
I grab Richardson by the collar and pull him behind the SUV. Wrapping my hand around his neck, I lean close, so we don’t have any miscommunication. “We need to get a few things straight. I’m the thug biker that’s marrying Oakley.” His eyes widen as I tighten my grip on his throat. “This is the only motherfucking warning you’re going to get. If you ever come near my woman again, I’ll kill you and they will never find your fucking body. You aren’t allowed to look at her, talk to her, or even breathe the same air as her.” I thump him hard against the side of the SUV. “Do we understand each other?”
The stupid shit wheezes out, “I already lost my job. What more do you want?”
Seeing red, I tighten my grip until his eyes bulge out. “You’re supposed to be a smart guy. Figure it out.” He drops to his knees and gasps for breath as I walk away.
“It’s done,” I tell Cash and give the little dog in his arms a pet. “Thanks.”
“No problem.” My MC President always has my back. “I had a shovel in the back just in case we needed to hide the body.”
“I figured as much,” I tell him and watch as he places the little dog next to Richardson on the ground.
“Pee on him, buddy.” Cash laughs.
As we drive away, Cash looks over at me. “Sheriff Armstrong and his deputies are eating breakfast at the 5th Avenue Diner on you right now.” I had no doubt that he would make sure there was no chance we would end up in jail today. “And Hacker made sure all the cameras up and down dipshit’s street are conveniently down.”
“I’m starving,” I tell Cash. “Feel like stopping by the diner on the way back to the clubhouse?”
“I could use a big breakfast special.” He smirks. “My wife was an animal last night, and I need to build my strength for what she has in store for me tonight.
After our little talk with Richardson, he realizes he’d be safer living in another town. Hopefully, he was smart and moved to another state. And that’s the last we hear from the motherfucker.
When Grammy insists that I spend the night before my wedding at the clubhouse, I grumble and complain, but the women hold strong. “You can’t see your bride before the wedding,” my grandmother insists.
“Sure, I can,” I argue but end up losing the fight when they gang up on me.
“I cleaned your room and put fresh sheets on the bed.” Gloria smirks. “I figured you’d be here before long.”
“I can’t fucking believe they kicked me out.” I grab a beer out of the refrigerator and drop onto the black leather sofa to complain to Rulie.
I expect the other man to take my side, but he shocks me. “I want to give you a little bit of advice that will keep your marriage healthy for a long time. Let the little woman have her way, and you’ll keep your sanity. Plus, you’ll find a nice, agreeable woman waiting in bed for you at night.”
“I’ll try to remember that.” I laugh.
The next afternoon, I stand next to Cash, waiting for my girl to appear. “You’re going to pass out if you don’t slow down your breathing,” Cash warns me. “And I’m not going to even try to catch your ass.”
“Thanks, brother.” I shake my head. “I’m glad to hear you have my back.”
“I have your back, but I’m not going to throw my back out trying to keep you upright.”
The music starts, and I realize my friend was keeping me occupied. “Thanks,” I whisper as I watch Quin walk down the aisle ahead of my girl.
“Any time.” Cash clears his throat and smiles as the women make their way toward us. “I’ll send you my bill for the ceremony and the psychological help next week,” he grumbles behind me.
“Fucker,” I growl and reach for my girl’s hand. “You look beautiful,” I tell her before I kiss her silky lips.
“I’m not a pro at this, but I know that’s not the right order of things,” Cash reminds me. “You need to keep your tongue in your mouth until I’ve finished my part.”
My brothers all snicker behind me as Cash begins the ceremony. I zone out but somehow manage to mutter the appropriate responses. “Okay. Now you can stick your tongue down your woman’s throat.” Leave it to my President to put his own “special” spin on our ceremony.
My brothers all hoot and holler behind us as I wrap my arms around Oakley and pull her close. “I love you, Mrs. Soracco.” I smile down at her.
“Shut up and kiss me.” She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I take Rulie’s advice and let my girl run the show.
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