Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
In all honesty, he's one of the best men I know. We've gotten really close over the last five years. He flies out to visit at least twice a year and spends Christmas with us whenever he can. He's married now with babies of his own. He dotes on his wife. It's honestly adorable how he worships the ground she walks on. I think he'd kill for her, no questions asked.
He invites us to Chicago periodically, but Finn and I both decided that was probably not the best idea. Domani may be awesome, but the reality is that his world is full of blood and violence, and dark things. I don't want my babies to grow up thinking that's normal. And Finn would never let us risk getting caught in the middle of some mafia war. I don't know what he knows about Domani's life that I don't, but I don't ask questions. Somethings, I don't need to know.
By the time I pull up outside of the Sheriff's Department, Finn is already waiting outside the doors for me. He jogs to my car to help me out.
"Where's Maxim?" he asks, peering into the backseat.
"Maddie kept him," I murmur. "What did she do?"
"Don't know," he says, slamming my door. "Dillon wouldn't tell me. He just told me to get my ass down here to get your crazy aunt before he locked her up for pissing him off."
"Well, that sounds promising."
Finn shoots me a look that says he does not think I'm funny. I am a little funny though. Just a little bit. She's not in the hospital, hurt, and she's not in jail. As far as I'm concerned, this day is looking up.
"Let's go get your aunt," he mutters, shaking his head at me. He slips his hand into mine, leading me toward the front doors.
"Don't you ma'am me, Dillon Jarrell Armstrong!" Aunt Ophelia yells as soon as Finn pulls the door open. "I'll chain my naked ass to that fountain before I let you demolish it to build a new jail."
"Fuck my life," Finn groans.
"Ma'a… Ms. Crawford," Dillon says, rubbing his forehead. "I've told you fifteen times already; the choice isn't up to me. It's up to the mayor and the city council."
"Then get them over here," Aunt Ophelia demands, pointing an authoritative finger at Dillon. "I'm not moving from this spot until I speak to whoever came up with the crackpot plan to desecrate a fountain that's been in this town since before any of you were born without input from a single voter."
"I can't convene a city council meeting on your whim, Ms. Crawford."
"You will if you want my old ass out of your police department sometime this century, dear boy," she says, beaming at him from her chair. She smooths her blouse and folds her hands on her lap. "You have a job to do. I've got nothing to do until the day I die."
"Jesus fucking Christ," Dillon growls, throwing his hands up. "Someone get the mayor on the goddamn phone." His eyes fall on me and Finn, his scowl deepening. "She escaped the nursing home."
"I see that," Finn says.
"Oh, Scarlett, dear," Aunt Ophelia says, turning a bright smile on me. "Did this big idiot call you?"
"No, Aunt Ophelia," I say softly, crossing the lobby toward her. "The nursing home did. You ran away."
"Pah." She waves a hand in the air. "I'm not a prisoner, dear. I can go for a stroll if I want."
"You're supposed to sign out before you leave," I remind her, slipping into the seat next to her. I ignore the part about her going for a stroll. The nursing home is well over two miles in the other direction. If she walked all the way here, I may have a heart attack. "You can't just walk out. They tend to panic when you do that, you know."
"Do they? I wasn't aware." Her shifty eyes say different. She knew darn well they would panic.
"Aunt Ophelia," I chastise, laughing quietly. "You're a menace, you know that? I thought something horrible happened to you."
"I'm sorry, dear one." She touches my cheek in genuine remorse. "I didn't mean to give you a fright. I'll check out next time if it's so important to you."
"Thank you," I sigh. "Now, why are we torturing Sheriff Armstrong today?"
She sniffs, sending a glare in his direction. "He wasn't spanked nearly enough as a boy."
"Aunt Ophelia!"
"It's true."
I bite the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh. It'll only encourage her and she does not need more of that. Good grief, she's savage. I watch from the corner of my eye as Finn and Dillon argue back and forth.
"The fountain downtown has been there since 1947," she says. "I still remember when they were installing it. When it got hot in the summer, we'd splash and play in it. But I picked up the paper this morning to discover that this fool plans to tear it down to build a new jail."