The Prodigy (Silver Spoon MC #8) Read Online Loni Ree, Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: , Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Loni Ree
Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
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"Yeah?" A grin spreads across my face. "You think you can take me?"

"I read mafia smut like it's going out of business," she scoffs. "I know at least fifty-four ways to unalive a man. I can take you."

"Mafia smut?" My grin widens.

"Dirty books about hot mafia men." A blush creeps across her cheeks. "It's a thing. You ask way too many questions, super-spy Finn Taylor."

I briefly consider telling her about the Arakas family, the closest thing to a mafia family we have in town, and then quickly change my mind. She does not need to know a damn thing about them. Not until she's wearing my ring and it's too late for one of them to swoop in and try to steal her. Call me crazy, but I don't think Jude "Fifth" Despora would appreciate it if I had to kill one of his new in-laws. I mean, he and Devin Arakas haven't even been married that long.

"I'm going to need recommendations, pretty baby," I growl.

"You want to read the dirty mafia books?" She stares at me in patent disbelief.

Uh, fuck yeah, I do. Especially if they make her blush like that. I have no intentions of fighting fair when it comes to her. I'll read a thousand dirty mafia books if it gets me closer to my end goal. Besides, any excuses I have to visit the bookshop is a good excuse in my book. Pun intended.

"I do," I say, reaching out to run my thumb across her bottom lip. "I want to know everything about you, Scarlett Crawford from Gatsby Books."

"I'm not very interesting," she whispers. And then I feel the tip of her tongue touch my thumb.

My cock thumps against my zipper again, acting like the Hulk.

Ah, dammit all to hell. My brothers were right. It is this water. And I need to drink more of it. A lot more.

The door to the shop opens and Mr. and Mrs. Drew, an elderly couple from the retirement village down the street, wanders in. I reluctantly pull my hand back and stand upright, putting a little distance between us before I do something wildly inappropriate and fuck my little bookworm on the counter. Hm. Maybe one night after the shop is closed….

"Welcome to Gatsby Books!" Scarlett calls out.

"Hurry up and leave," I mumble.

Scarlett hears me and quickly grabs her coffee cup, taking a giant gulp.

"Jeshush Chrish," she says, sticking her tongue out and trying to blow on it. "Thash shot."

"It's coffee, pretty baby."

She gives me a dirty glare.

I hold my hands up, fighting a smile. I can't wait until I'm allowed to kiss the shit out of this girl. Fuck me. That better be soon. This waiting bullshit is already getting old.

"You drank my coffee; therefore, you owe me a favor," I say when she finally stops blowing on her tongue. "That's my price."

"I did not agree to this!"

"You agreed by drinking the coffee."

"Mafia reader," she mouths, pointing at herself.

"I know how often they fuck in those books, Scarlett," I growl, leaning toward the counter and pitching my voice low. "You keep threatening me with a good time, we'll be finding out if we can keep up, pretty baby. Book by book."

The sound that leaves her lips has my body breaking out in a sweat.

"Name your favorite."

"Monster in His Eyes," she blurts.

"Do you have it in stock here?"

"Yes," she whispers.

"Good girl."

She makes that sound again.

I put a little space between us before I launch myself over the counter at her. Jesus. She's got me all twisted up in knots. "What kind of questions was he asking?"

Her brows furrow. "What?"

"The man who left when I came in."

"Oh." She gives her head a tiny shake to clear it. "Um, he said he was new in town. When I told him I was too, he kept asking for recommendations for different things. He was a little odd, so I told him to go to the Chamber of Commerce." She shrugs. "It worked."

I'm not so sure it did, but I don't tell her that.

"What was his name?"

"I don't know. He didn't say."

Well, fuck. I can't look him up without a name. But I make a note to do some digging and see what I can come up with. Hopefully, it's nothing and I'm just a possessive, overprotective asshole. I can live with that. But our MC has had more than our fair share of problems over the last year, and the bookstore recently had some problems of its own with the former owner. I'm not taking her safety for granted. Fuck that.

"Where's the romance section?"

"You really want to read the book?" she asks.

"Scarlett, where's the romance section?"

Her expression softens. "Go to the back wall and hang a right. It's all the way over in the corner." She laughs quietly. "Look for all the hot men with no shirts. When you find them, you're in the right place."



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