Page 85 of Silver Spoon MC Collection: Loni's Crew

I spend the rest of the day making sure the park is safe. “I’m pretty sure that slide was designed for kids.” Cash walks out and smirks at me as I slide down the two-story, circular slide.

“I wanted to test it out one more time.” I dust off my pants and glare at my friend. “To make sure it’s right.” That’s my excuse and I’m sticking with it.

“I knew this fucking playground would get more use from you morons than the kids.” Cash shakes his head sadly. “Immature fuckers.”

“You know I have video surveillance set up to watch the workers, right?” I remind my President. “I seem to remember watching a video of someone who looks just like your massive ass swinging from the monkey bars.”

“I was making sure it could hold the children.” Cash shrugs before adding, “I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”

Oops. My bad. It’s a little too late for that. I sort of already uploaded the video of the club President acting like a child to YouTube. It’s a little trick I learned from my asshole brother-in-law.

“It’s a deal,” I lie, wondering how long it will take for him to realize what I did. Oh well, I’ll just avoid Cash for the foreseeable future. Or maybe I’ll just blame the video on Seth. I can sit back and watch Cash kick his ass for me, and my sister will never know I set up her husband.

I’m standing watching the kids race around the large structure when Cash walks up behind me and punches my shoulder. “You’re a dead motherfucker,” he growls. “Dead.”

“I’ll watch my back.” I smirk, knowing his hands are tied. There’s no way he’s going to make good on his threat in front of all the kids.

“My revenge will be swift and painful,” Cash promises and hands me a cold beer. It’s the perfect Texas early spring day. Not too hot but still warm enough for the kids to play without wearing jackets.

“I’ll be prepared,” I tell him, not really worried at all.

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.” His cliché line causes me to laugh as I watch Cash’s Rottweiler, Happy, attempt to walk on the special rubber tiles surrounding the entire playground. The clumsy dog keeps taking a step, then shaking her paw.

“I’m glad we decided to go with the triple-layer tiles.” Cash turns serious. “I can’t believe I let my wife talk me into a three-story treehouse with all that other shit.” He rubs the back of his neck.

“I’m not surprised at all.” I laugh. “Your wife has you wrapped around her little finger.”

“Like you’re any different,” Cash growls and gives me a shove.

“Boys.” Gloria steps out the backdoor carrying a tray of snacks and threatens, “Don’t make me tell your wives that you’ve been fighting again.”

“When the fuck did we become pussy-whipped assholes?” Cash sighs, shaking his head.

“It snuck up on us out of nowhere.” It’s fucking true. One day, we were normal men, satisfied with our normal lives, and then, we met our beautiful, sassy soulmates. Now, we’re overprotective husbands and fathers. And pushovers for our women and kids. Life couldn’t be any better.

Cash’s revenge is swift and painful. The asshole nominates me to be the Silver Spoon MC’s Representative on the town’s Improvement Society. Otherwise known as the Silver Spoon Falls Complain and Bitch About Your Neighbors Club. Motherfucker. I’m stuck dealing with keeping Mr. Laurence’s dog off Mrs. Tyler’s yard and making sure Mr. Richard doesn’t cut his grass too short, which makes Mr. Lambert’s yard need to be mowed more often.

Fuck a duck. The job is annoying, but I guess I deserve it. Plus, I’m pretty sure I’ll find another way to piss off Cash pretty soon. What can I say? Annoying the asshole brightens my day a whole fucking lot.

BONUS SCENE-THE PRINCE

DAMIEN

“Afucking exotic cat?” I attempt to glare at my wife, but it’s useless. My little peach knows I can’t say no to her. I glance down at the little spotted kitten and groan to myself. I should’ve known I was in trouble when I came home and found the kids gone. My wife always sends them to Gloria and Rulie’s place when she has to “talk” me into something.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Sure. Beautiful and big and hairy. “And don’t worry, Elvis already loves her.” I’m betting that’s an exaggeration. The massive, spoiled Rottweiler isn’t going to like having a cat steal his love and attention.

“You can’t keep her.” I attempt to put my foot down, already knowing it’s a useless gesture before the words even leave my mouth.

“But I already love her.” Fuck me with a wooden spoon. Milly’s eyes fill with tears as her bottom lip trembles, and I’m done. There’s no way I’ll make her get rid of the fucking cat. My little peach owns me, heart and soul. And she fucking knows it. “She’s so freaking sweet. Here, hold Priscilla.”

Milly thrusts the big ass kitten into my hands before I’m able to resist. “Priscilla?”

“Yep.” My wife’s beautiful eyes fill with humor. “Elvis and Priscilla.”

The large kitten steals my goddamn heart when she reaches up and swipes at my chin. “We’ll give them a try and see what happens.” Which means she got her way and we’re keeping the fucking cat.

“Thank you so much.” My wife throws her arms around my waist and hugs me tight.

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