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Not unless they plan to go through me and my MC.
Devin Arakas
I grew up in the biggest crime family in Texas.
I love them like crazy, but I'm not ready to go back to Houston.
Silver Spoon Falls is where I belong.
So when my brother and uncle show up to take me home…I run.
I didn't mean to get caught in Jude Despora's bed.
But I don't want to leave it either.
Something about the overprotective, gruff lawyer fits me just right.
He says he can't have me, but he can't keep his hands off me either.
No one makes my heart sing the way he does.
This man was meant to be my daddy.
But will he really fight my family for me, or is my fairytale destined to end in heartbreak?
Chapter One
Jude
"Whothefuckhasbeen sleeping in my bed?" I growl, stomping into the living room of the Silver Spoon MC clubhouse where my brothers are gathered, preparing for a run. I was supposed to go with them, but that's not happening. I've been in Houston all week with Adam and Fischer, two new lawyers at my firm. We're trying to convince a pain in the ass judge to release one of my clients. She's a single mom with a special needs daughter. Holding her until trial is fucking stupid. She isn't going anywhere. She shouldn't be facing charges in the first place. As far as I'm concerned, she did the world a favor when she shot the asshole abusing her.
"Uh, you?" Declan "Bender" Valentine pushes his dark hair back from his face, looking up from the baby on his lap to smirk at me. "All by your motherfucking lonesome."
"Fuck you very much for the reminder that we aren't all living in domestic bliss," Cormac "Giant" Carmichael grumbles, scowling at Bender.
"Poor bastards," Andreas "Playboy" Romano says, shoving more shit into his saddlebags.
His wife, Catriona, smacks him on the shoulder, telling him to hush. He just smiles. These days, he's always smiling. His sister is home, and his wife is pregnant. His life is all aces as far as he's concerned.
"I told you I heard something in his room last night, Tate!" Samara cries, smacking our VP on the chest at the exact same time. Women. Swear to God, they communicate every strong belief through their delicate little hands. Usually with a well-aimed smack for emphasis. It's fucking cute as hell. "But you wouldn't listen."
"Baby girl, the only thing you heard in there was a fucking mouse," Hands tells her, trying to ease her mind. Hands is protective of Samara and their baby girl, Scout. Nothing upsets them if he has a say about it. I don't miss the grim look he and Jason "Cash" Montoya, our president, share, though. Something is up.
Fucking great. I was kinda hoping for a break from the bullshit for a while. We've had more than our fair share of that over the last year. Between Playboy's father, a rival MC, Bender's girl being taken hostage, and half the goddamn club falling in love, I've been running flat out all year.
I'm exhausted and irritable as fuck. I haven't even been home in a week. I came straight here when I got back into town an hour ago. Can't a man take a weekend off?
Apparently fucking not.
"Hands, Fifth, help me carry this shit out," Cash orders, nodding at the already packed bags piled in the corner. He could easily carry them himself. Which means he wants to talk.
Fuck my life.
"Yeah," I sigh, stomping forward to grab two of the bags. Hands passes their baby girl to Samara and then drops a kiss on her forehead before grabbing the other two. Scout jabbers at him, flailing her little arms. She's growing like a weed now that she's out of the woods. She doesn't even look like the same dangerously sick baby we met in the hospital six months ago.
We file out of the room behind Cash, headed for the front door.
I squint my eyes against the early morning sunlight, scowling. It's too bright and cheery out for early February. Hell, maybe it's too bright and cheery out for me. I've turned into a crabby motherfucker lately. All work and no play will do that to you. But I have a law firm to run, an MC to protect, and clients like Betty to defend. It doesn't leave a lot of time for anything else.
