Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,15
wake up hungry more often.” My stomach chose that moment to make a rumbling noise, and Mac’s followed suit. I burst into a fit of giggles, laughing even harder when his low chuckle echoed around me. “I guess I’d better get up and hit the kitchen. Get us some real food.”
“Stay in bed and rest. I’ll let Cat know that you aren’t up to helping this morning.”
“I want to,” I reassured him. “Gotta feed my man since he can’t survive—”
“On just your delicious pussy alone,” he finished for me with a grin.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes, blushing as I hopped off the mattress and headed into the bathroom to clean up. When I came back out, Mac was gone. But he’d left a pair of jeans, one of his shirts, and his cut for me on the bed. I pulled on the clothes and went to the kitchen, coming up short when Cat flashed me a genuine smile.
“Morning,” I greeted her cautiously, more than a little weirded out by her reaction to me since it was the opposite of how she’d been treating me ever since Mac had brought me here. Then her eyes darted to the bruises and scratches she’d left on me the day before, and I figured she was feeling guilty. “It looks way worse than it should because I bruise easily.”
“You have every right to hate me since I’ve been a royal bitch to you,” she started.
“I don’t hate you.” I moved closer, shaking my head. “I mean, yeah, you were a total bitch. But I get it with how the situation is between the Silver Saints and the Hounds of Hellfire.”
“Which is exactly why I expected you to tell Mac that it was my fault. All of it.”
“All of what?” Scout growled from behind me. I twirled around and found him glaring at Cat.
“I—”
“It’s nothing,” I interrupted.
“Didn’t sound like nothing to me,” he argued. “Is Blue right, Kitty Cat?”
“No,” she whispered, her voice sounding uncertain and lacking her usual confidence.
“One of you’d better tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“The bruises and scratches on Bridget’s arms are my fault,” Cat blurted out.
Scout lifted one of my wrists to examine the marks on my skin. “Mac was pissed as fuck about these.”
“Yeah,” I admitted softly.
“He didn’t know how they happened, though.”
“Because she didn’t tell,” Cat said. “Just like she didn’t say anything about how I made her run outta here crying yesterday when I ripped her to shreds.”
“Shit, Kitty Cat,” he groaned. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
“That she was a pawn who didn’t deserve my respect. A pampered princess who didn’t belong here, and I was stuck with her until her father finally caves and gives Mac what he wants.”
“You’re my old lady. You know me. Would I ever give someone a nickname if I didn’t think they deserved my respect?” he asked.
Cat shook her head.
He jabbed a finger at the patch on Mac’s cut. “You, better than any other woman around here, should know what it means for Mac to give her that to wear.”
Cat cringed. “I know, which is why I never should have told her—”
“It doesn’t matter what was said,” I interrupted again, but for a different reason this time. I didn’t want to hear a repeat of the insults she’d flung at me yesterday, especially the ones about some other woman wearing Mac’s cut in the future. Not after spending all day and night in his bed.
Scout gave me a considering look. “My woman and I don’t keep secrets from each other.”
I gave him a disbelieving look because we both knew darn well that with club business being what it was, there were things he kept from her.
“Not with shit like this,” he growled.
“It’s girl stuff. None of your concern,” I insisted, putting a little bit of haughtiness in my tone. “Besides which, it’s over and done with so there’s nothing to worry about. Cat and I are good with each other.”
He shifted his gaze to Cat. “You good with Blue now, Kitty Cat?”
“Damn straight.” She nodded as she stepped to my side, presenting a united front. “From now on, I’ve got Blue’s back the same way she had mine.”
“Good,” Scout grunted. “That’s the way it should be since you’re the VP’s old lady and she’s the Prez’s.”
The Prez’s old lady. Wow. Getting kidnapped by Mac really was the best thing that’d ever happened to me.
9
Mac
I wanted nothing more than to spend another day lost in Bridget’s