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- Author: Loni Ree
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Son-of-a-bitch.” I rub the back of my neck while Dr. Tate “Hands”
Grimes, my Vice President, explains the shit show going down at the Silver
Spoon MC compound. We’ve been dealing with a moron Prospect who
doesn’t seem able to find his own ass with both hands. Every time my phone
rings, I expect another “Brady” fuck-up. Today’s problem is going to push
me over the edge.
Evidently, the little shit neglected to tell us about his outstanding arrest
warrant, and our standard investigation didn’t pick it up since the small-town
judge only listed it locally. Brady got into a bar fight two years ago and was
sentenced to a few days in jail and restitution. When the dumbass moved
away still owing the bar owner twenty thousand dollars, the judge issued a
warrant for his arrest. The county recently updated its computer system,
reissuing all outstanding warrants nationally. Today, Sheriff Armstrong
showed up at the compound looking for the Prospect. Bringing the law to our
front door is fucking stupid. We aren’t an outlaw MC, and we keep our noses
We chose Brady as a favor to his brother, the mayor of Silver Spoon Falls.
Trying to keep our friendship with Chris Branson is going to cost me my
sanity. When the Branson family got tired of dealing with the black sheep’s
fuck-ups, they decided to share their pain with us.
“When you find the little shit, let him know this was the last straw,” I roar.
I’ve hit my limit with the dumbass.
“When did I become your flunky?” Hands wants to know.
“You’re my VP,” I remind him.
“I’m also the busiest pediatric surgeon in town.” My arrogant best friend
“I’m fucking up to my eyeballs in alligators.” I sigh.
Hands takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. “I know, man. But I have
the surgery schedule from hell right now.”
“Is Cowboy around?” Landon Cowboy Rickman is the club Enforcer. He’s
also the owner of the Silver Spoon Ranch, which has been in his family for
several generations. When we started the club, all the brothers chipped in and
bought the land next to the ranch for our compound.
“He left for Houston earlier this morning,” Hands informs me. “I’ll ask him
to keep a look-out for dipshit when he gets back.”
“Thanks. I’ll head out to the compound when I can break away.”
“I’ll meet you there,” Tate agrees and hangs up.
Fuck me. One more issue added to my long list of shit. I grab the silver
motorcycle paperweight sitting on the edge of my desk and fling it across the
room before I’m able to control the anger coursing through my blood.
Rulie, my PA, sticks his head in the door and grumbles, “What crawled up
“I’ll give you one guess.”
The middle-aged, tattooed biker steps into my office and walks over to pick
up the dented paperweight. “This thing gets more miles than your real bike.”
He smirks and shakes his head. “What did dumbass do this time?”
“He went above and beyond this time.” I take a deep breath and explain the
situation to my friend. “I feel a fucking aneurysm coming on,” I growl.
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