Page 21 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

I spend the rest of the weekend deciding on my next move. While my girl is playing hard to get, I’m playing for keeps. I need to make sure she’s on the same page as me before I lose my fucking mind. Unfortunately, personal issues throw a wrench in my immediate winning-Kyra plans.

My family has owned the Silver Spoon Ranch for generations. My dad and his older brother inherited it years ago and ran it together until I was old enough to step into my dad’s place. When I graduated from college, my parents decided they’d worked enough and wanted a quieter life. They retired to Florida and gave me the ranch to run. I’d spent the last several years preparing for this, but I still needed help finding my footing. My father’s older brother, Uncle Sylvester, stayed in Silver Spoon Falls to assist me. Over the next eight years, he became my biggest supporter, besides my MC brothers. Several months ago, his health took a turn, and he couldn’t handle the physical work anymore. He decided to retire to Florida with the rest of my family to enjoy his golden years.

Monday morning, I’m sitting in my office thinking about Kyra when the phone rings. Glancing down, I see my mom’s number and wonder why she’s calling so early. “Hello,” I answer and hear her sniffling on the other end.

“We need you to come here.” Her voice wobbles. “It’s Uncle Sylvester.” My heart hurts as I listen to her tell me that my uncle didn’t wake up this morning.

“I’ll catch the first flight,” I assure her and hang up to call Rulie. My friend works fast and has me on a flight in four hours. I barely have time to throw a few things into a bag and rush to the airport. After his funeral, my parents ask me to stay in Florida to help sort out Uncle Sylvester’s affairs, which turns into a total fucking mess. He never had children, and his will wasn’t completely clear. It ends up taking three fucking weeks to make sure that his interest in the ranch reverts to the governing trust.

Not a second of time passes that I don’t think about Kyra, and it kills me to wait weeks to see her. It feels like I’m an unwilling participant in Karma’s shit show. Each night, I fall asleep with her vision flashing through my mind and end up waking every morning with a massive hard on. Cold showers barely take the edge off my pain, and I’ve gotten to the point that I’m jumping down everyone’s throats. My dad hits his limit and pulls me aside to discuss the situation. I make up excuses for my behavior, not wanting to share my secret just yet, and he lets the matter slide. It feels like eternities pass before I manage to get shit sorted so I can head back to Silver Spoon Falls to woo my girl the right way.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

COWBOY

Icome home from Florida to find everything going to hell in a handbasket. Brady hasn’t learned from his past mistakes, and the dumb-fuck asshole is in a world of shit. His fuck up is putting us all in jeopardy.

While I was out of town, Sheriff Armstrong was stalking Hands, but my brother has been occupied with his new woman, Samara, and her little niece. The baby’s father was in a rival outlaw club that was dealing in human trafficking. The Satan’s Savages killed Samara’s sister after the baby was born to keep her quiet. The numb nut asshole sperm donor ended up getting himself offed in a shootout with the police. No big loss there. Unfortunately, his old lady didn’t deserve to have her life cut short. At least the baby found a loving home. Samara has custody of the infant and met Hands when he took over the baby girl’s surgical case. My surgeon brother is otherwise occupied with his new family and doesn’t have time to deal with any outside distractions. He’s operating on Scout this week, and Cash doesn’t want him bothered with club business. Or the shit show that our young, dumbfuck prospect is causing.

To add insult to injury, Cash’s pregnant wife was in an accident shortly after their wedding, and the President is busy taking care of his woman. That leaves me as club enforcer to figure out why the sheriff is hunting us down. Once I finally make contact with the lawman, he gives me unbelievable goddamn news. Another local MC is coming after us, and they have a lot of inside information about the Silver Spoon MC. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who our weak link is.

I meet with Fifth, Hacker, and Giant to decide how to proceed. We agree that having Carmichael Security, Giant’s company, quietly investigate the situation is our best option. My head nearly explodes when we discover our prospect has been selling us out to the Hell’s Vipers. We knew they were pissed when shit went down with Romano International Shipping, but things have been quiet for a while. We have no idea why they suddenly have a hard on to fuck with us, but Hacker and Giant promise to figure it out soon.

I call an emergency meeting and ask Finn to set up video feeds for Bender and Angel since they’re both out of town. The only brother missing is Hands. We all vote to shield him until Scout is in the clear. We decide to quietly watch the dipshit to make sure our theory is correct.

Needing something to cool me down after the meeting, I ride into town and drive by Petal Pushers, hoping to get a peek at my girl. Kyra has an apartment above the shop, and my heart finally slows into a normal rhythm when I see a light illuminating a window. Having her this close after all these hellish weeks soothes me, and I end up sitting on my bike across the road from her place for hours. Long after the light goes out.

Brady pretty much takes out a billboard professing his guilt when he disappears. We hire Giant’s company to find the dumbass. I’m not sure what we’ll do with him, but we can’t have his treacherous ass spilling everything he knows to the highest bidder. Thank God we only trusted him with the barest minimum.

All the brothers in town end up heading down to Houston to support Hands while he operates on his little girl. His woman is adorable, and I’d be jealous if I didn’t have my own beauty who occupies most of my thoughts. I push club issues and the pain of missing Kyra to the back of my mind and concentrate on helping Samara until Hands fixes Scout and can take over.

By the time I get back to Silver Spoon Falls, I’m dead on my feet. I still ride by Petal Pushers on my way out to the ranch just to feel close to Kyra.

As I stand under the cold shower spray and reach for my hard cock, I promise myself that I’ll have my woman soon. Watching my cum shoot down the drain, I realize this situation is getting out of control. I should’ve made Kyra mine weeks ago. Fuck the ranch and all the shit happening, she comes first. Calling myself an idiot, I fall into bed with her on my mind.

The next morning, I’m sitting at the breakfast bar drinking my coffee when I get a text from Giant.

Massive fucker

Call me. Now.

I rub the back of my neck, telling myself that no matter what disaster has happened, I’m making my move on Kyra today. No more waiting. The whole fucking town can implode and it won’t keep me from her. Assuming our dipshit prospect has found a new way to screw up, I dial my friend’s number.

“What did the stupid shit do now?”

“I need you to get over to Petal Pushers,” he growls, and my heart shudders to a stop. “Someone attacked Kyra.” Motherfucking son-of-a-bitch. My world drops out from beneath me.

“Tell me she’s okay,” I roar while storming through the barn. With everything happening, Rulie is the only one who has any idea about my obsession with Hadley’s twin. It’s time for me to let the world know who Kyra belongs to. Somehow, I make it to my truck without falling to my knees. My brother quickly explains that two bikers showed up at Petal Pushers looking for Hadley but mistook Kyra for her twin.

“She’s going to be fine,” he rushes to assure me. “Another customer came in and scared them off before they had the chance hurt her.” Giant sighs. “Cash is ready to tear the state apart looking for the fuckers, but I have Fifth trying to calm him the fuck down.” What a clusterfuck from hell. “You need to get to Kyra and take her somewhere safe.” That won’t be a problem. I don’t plan on letting my woman out of my sight in the future. I made the mistake of allowing outside influences to slow my pursuit of her, but I won’t be that dumb ever again.

At some point, I hang up on him, but I don’t remember it. I pull up in front of Petal Pushers and almost forget to put my SUV in park before hopping out.

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

KYRA

Ifeel like I’m living in a nightmare. Sleeplessness and unrequited obsession for a hot biker have turned me into a raving bitchacho. At my sister’s wedding, I really thought that something was happening between me and Cowboy. After fear drove me from his arms, I spent a long, lonely night remembering our dance. By the time the sun rose the next morning, I knew I’d made a mistake. Maybe it was possible to find what my sister has with Cash for myself.

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