Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
She went back to Copper Creek.
She went to see her brother.
Fuck, little one. What are you doing?
"Stay inside and lock the doors," I order Autumn. "I'm going after her."
"Please be careful," Autumn pleads. "I need you to come home, Andreas. You're my brother and I need you to come home, okay?"
"I'm coming home, baby sister," I promise, my voice soft.
"Okay," she sniffles. "Please bring Catriona home too."
"Plan on it," I growl. "Stay inside."
"Okay."
I hang up and then immediately dial Giant.
"What's up, fucker?"
"Catriona went to confront her brother," I tell him.
"Shit," he growls, sobering. "How long ago?"
"I don't know, but I'm going after her," I say.
"Let's ride."
"I'm not asking."
"Good, because we're ride or die, motherfucker. You don't have to ask. We ride until we die, period. We're going to get your girl," he says. "Where are you?"
I check the road signs and give him my location.
"Be there in five."
"Just you, Giant," I say quietly. "If you bring everyone…"
"Yeah, I know. It'll turn into a fucking war."
Chapter Ten
Catriona
My brother's house sits at the end of a cul-de-sac in a dying neighborhood in Copper Creek. The gray two-story Cape Cod style house is in good condition, but it looks sad and lonely. The houses on either side have for sale signs hanging in the front yards. They've been on the market for a while but living next to a known biker hangout isn’t appealing to most buyers. Neither is buying real estate in a town where most people live below the poverty line and job opportunities are scarce.
A light shines in the front window and my brother's bike is parked in the driveway. Thankfully, his is the only one tonight. I didn't come here to talk to the Vipers. I came to talk to Connor. Andreas is going to be mad at me when he finds out, but I have to do this.
I've been putting it off for long enough already.
I don't know if I can stop Connor from doing whatever it is he and the Vipers are planning to do, but I owe it to Andreas to try. I owe it to myself to try too. If I don't, I'll always wonder if I could have stopped them. I'll always wonder if I could have made a difference.
For a long time, I kept my mouth shut and watched my brother slip further and further down a dark path. I can't do that this time. Ignorance isn't bliss, and I know that now. I think I've always known that, but I was always too afraid to rock the boat. I didn't want to lose the only family I had left. Connor is my brother and I love him. I'll always love him. But loving someone doesn't mean enabling them. It doesn't mean supporting them even when they're destroying themselves. Sometimes, loving someone means loving them enough to walk away.
If I have to make a choice between family and forever…I choose forever.
I choose Andreas.
I pull into the driveway and park. My hands shake as I kill the engine and climb out. It feels like a lifetime since I left here. Part of me feels guilty for cutting off all contact with Connor like I did, but I think I needed to do it. Had I not, he would have badgered me into coming home and I probably would have let him. He's my brother. I hate fighting with him.
Part of me will always feel like I owe him because he raised me. But I don't owe him my peace of mind. I don't owe him my future and my happiness. I can't spend the rest of my life trying to straighten his out for him.
I push my car door closed and jog up the steps to the front door, and then I hesitate. Should I knock? Use my key? I'm not sure. This isn't my home anymore. It hasn't felt like home to me in a very long time.
Before I can figure out if I should knock or just go in, Connor pulls open the door. His green eyes run over me. Relief blooms in their depths before he quickly masks it.
"Catriona," he growls, blocking the door with his body. He looks tired. His eyes are bruised beneath as if he hasn't been sleeping much. His jaw is scruffy where he hasn't shaved, his hair mussed. His black t-shirt is fresh and clean, but his jeans have a hole in the knee and grease down one leg.
"Um, hi," I whisper, fidgeting nervously.
"Why are you here?"
Okay, wow. That's not exactly the reaction I was expecting from him.
"I came to talk," I say, frowning. He seems so…hostile. Like I did something wrong.
He stares at me for a long moment, the silence between us tense and strained, his gaze unwavering. "Your note said it all, Catriona. We don't need to rehash the shit now."