Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,16
delicious body, but I had shit to do. Not the least of which was coming up with a new plan. Pierce wasn’t getting his daughter back, so I needed a new way to get ahold of the asshole who’d beat up my guy.
Sitting at my desk, I forced myself to focus on some paperwork until there was a soft knock at my door. “Yeah?” I called. Looking up, I felt a smile spread across my lips as Bridget came into the room with a tray full of food. Honestly, I was a little worried my face was going to break, I hadn’t smiled this much in years.
I leaned back in my chair as she scooted in front of me to set the tray down, then grabbed her waist and hoisted her into my lap. Her squeak of surprise melted into a moan when I buried my face in her neck and nibbled on the soft flesh.
“I could get used to this,” I mumbled. “Having you for first breakfast and then being served a second one by you while wearing my cut”—she giggled and squirmed, causing my already semi-hard cock to turn to steel—“If you don’t stop wiggling, you’ll be my morning snack too.”
Grabbing her chin, I turned her head and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Things were starting to heat up when my door slammed open, bouncing off the wall. I scowled darkly at Scout as he sauntered into the room. “You forget how to fucking knock, Scout?”
Scout grinned unapologetically as Bridget scurried off my lap, her face colored pink. “I was just leaving.”
I was tempted to tell Scout to fuck off and continue with Bridget, but I had shit to discuss with him. I was going to need his help figuring out how to handle the fucking mess I’d created by claiming Bridget.
“Come back at lunch, baby,” I called before she shut the door quietly behind her.
Scout sprawled in a chair across from me and raised a brow. “I take it she’s gonna be a permanent fixture around here from now on.”
“Damn straight,” I growled. “Anybody has a problem with that, they can leave their cut and get the fuck out.”
“Whatever happed to ‘bros before hoes,’ man?” Scout scoffed.
He was teasing, and I didn’t take the bait. “We aren’t in second grade. Now, you ready to stop acting like it and get the fuck to work?”
“How you gonna handle the Hounds of Hellfire?”
I scrubbed my hands down my face and grunted in frustration. “No fucking clue.”
Just then, my phone rang and I grabbed it, barking, “Prez.”
“I’ve got your man,” Pierce snapped on the other end of the line. “He’s willing to turn himself in to the police.”
“That’s not how we handle this shit,” I growled.
“Like I don’t fucking know that. But taking my baby girl was a step too far, Mac. You give her back to me, and I’ll convince Gil to deal with you rather than the police.”
Fuck. I was going to have to stall until I could figure out my next step. I wasn’t going to let that motherfucking coward hide behind bars rather than face me. “Fine.” Scout pushed a handwritten note across the desk. I glanced down to see a date and location. “At the Junction race on Saturday.”
“Saturday!” Pierce sputtered. “That’s way too fucking long for my girl to be locked up with your people! You’ll break her!”
I almost laughed, but I didn’t want to give away any kind of emotion in regards to Bridget. I couldn’t help a parting shot though. “She’s stronger than you think, old man.” Then I hung up. “And she’s mine.”
Our treasurer, Link, joined us just then and I gave Scout a look to tell him to keep his mouth shut. Then the three of us got down to club business.
It was after three when I glanced at the clock. Bridget hadn’t come back at lunch. I frowned, worry creeping in. There were so many ways for her to get into trouble or get hurt. Link left and I stood to follow him but stopped when Scout said my name.
“I’m sure she’s with Cat, Mac. I need to talk to you for a minute.”
My brows raised at his tone. He sounded almost hesitant, which was rare. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him, waiting.
“I walked in on a conversation between Bridget and Cat this morning,” he started. He went on to explain everything about Bridget’s bruises and what else had happened.