Page 27 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

Later, we’re pulling up in front of the house when Landon suddenly stops the SUV. “What the fuck?” he growls, and I follow his eyes to see a folded piece of paper taped to the door.

“Stay here,” he orders me and hops out of the SUV to rush over and snatch the note. He reads it, then slams his hand against the white siding. Landon gets back in and presses the button for the garage door. “I’ll put this in the garage tonight.” He doesn’t tell me what’s in the note, and I can see by his clenched fists that he’s already stressed. I need to have patience.

He checks the alarm system and rearms it once we’re inside, then drags me to the office. I stand with my arms wrapped around my waist as he rewinds through the security footage. Once he sees who put the note on the door, Landon swears for a good thirty seconds straight. A sailor would blush at some of the words he used.

With my ears still ringing, I ask him. “What’s going on?”

He pulls me close and hugs me tight. “Let me call Cash, then I’ll explain everything.”

I overhear part of Landon’s conversation with my brother-in-law. Enough to know we’re going back to the clubhouse for an emergency meeting of the brothers.

“Come see.” My twin grabs my arm the minute we walk through the door. “You have to see how adorable.” Hadley pulls me down the hallway. I hear a baby crying and wonder if Hands and Samara are here.

My sister pushes the back bedroom door open, and I peek around her to see the VP’s gorgeous wife sitting in the rocking chair feeding her baby a bottle. “Hey.” Samara’s stunning gold eyes light up. “I’m so happy to see you again.” We’ve only met in passing. They’ve been keeping Scout home, away from any possible sources of infection, giving the infant time to heal from her extensive surgery.

“I know,” I tell her and peek at the sleepy baby. “She’s so adorable.”

“Thank you.” She smiles at me. “Sorry it took an emergency to bring us all together.”

The baby gives a huge burp and we all laugh. “I have something to relieve the stress.” Gloria comes breezing into the room carrying a tray of margaritas.

“You are a saint.” I rub my hands together.

“Yeah. A real saint. Bring my favorite drink for everyone else except me since I can’t have alcohol,” my sister grumbles and rubs her barely-there bump.

“I made you a virgin margarita.” Gloria rolls her eyes and grabs the glass with a pink umbrella. “Hormones.” The older woman looks at me and winks before handing out the rest of the drinks.

We’re on our second round of drinks when there’s a knock at the door.

Rulie sticks his head around the corner and asks, “Is it safe for someone with a Y chromosome to enter?”

“Come on in, silly guy,” Gloria slurs, and I realize the older woman doesn’t hold her liquor well.

“The guys want everyone to listen to what’s going on,” he tells us, then turns to Gloria. “I can see I’m going to have a fun night.” He wiggles his eyebrows at his wife, ducking around the corner when she throws a pillow at him.

We find the guys in the large meeting room. Cash is pacing the length of the table when we walk in. He immediately stops and rushes over to Hadley. “You okay?” I barely resist rolling my eyes. Over the last few weeks, I’ve gotten used to the possessive, overprotective way about these men.

“Well,” my sister looks up at her husband and pouts, “they had margaritas in front of me.”

At this point, I roll my eyes hard. “Way to play it up,” I grumble behind my twin.

“Once you have the babies, we’ll get you all the margaritas you want,” he tells her.

Landon wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close to his massive, muscular body. “I missed you.” My heart melts, and I realize I wouldn’t give up my possessive, overprotective biker for anything in the world.

Cash helps Hadley sit in one of the leather recliners, then turns to explain to us what’s going on. “We’ve been having trouble with a prospect.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

COWBOY

Ibarely resist the urge to plant my fist through the wall as Cash explains to the frightened women what’s going on. Fear like I’ve never experienced in my entire life blasted through me when I read that fucking note from Brady.

The Hell’s Vipers are coming for you.

They plan to use your women against you.

The assholes used me to get info and now they want me dead.

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