Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,17
in my gut, and I clenched my fists in an effort to expend some of my energy so I wouldn’t blow the roof off with my temper.
“She was way outta line, brother,” I growled.
Scout held up his hands in surrender. “She knows that, believe me. But she owned up to her mistakes and I think you’ll find she’ll have Bridget’s back from now on.”
I glared at him. “She fucking better. ‘Cause she’s on thin-fucking ice with me. If Bridget so much as—”
“She’s good, Mac.” Scout’s eyes narrowed as he cut me off. “I told you because we don’t keep secrets and shit, but you gotta trust me to handle my woman. Besides that, you know Cat. She’s good.”
I nodded, trying to let go of my anger. He was right, but I was having a hard time accepting it with the red haze of anger that came with the thought of Bridget being hurt, physically or verbally.
Scout took a step forward, his gray eyes probing mine. “Won’t happen again. We good?”
I blew out a breath and nodded as I rounded the desk and headed for the door. “Yeah.”
The first place I checked was the kitchen, but there were only a couple of guys sitting around the long, wooden table, talking and drinking. I headed to our room next but was waylaid by our enforcer, Dax, as I jogged up the stairs.
“Yo. Cat took your lady shopping.”
I pivoted and descended the stairs before responding. “She what? Where?”
Dax shrugged. “Fuck if I know. I’m just relaying a message because Cat threatened to rip off my balls if I didn’t let you know.” He turned and began to walk away, shaking his head. “Don’t know when I turned into such a pussy that I ended up a messenger boy instead of a bad ass fucking enforcer.”
The corners of my mouth edged up as I made my way out to the garage to check on our latest order for custom bikes. We’d have to keep this shit on a leash and make sure that it never got around what suckers we were for our women.
“Hi.” A soft, sweet voice brought my head up fast and I cursed as my forehead slammed into the bike I was currently under.
“Are you okay?” Bridget’s frantic voice came closer as I slid out from under the hog. She kneeled beside me, her blue eyes filled with worry.
I was about to tell her I was fine but the words caught in my throat as my eyes traveled over her. She was wearing a pink, sleeveless top that had a V in the front, showing a hint of her luscious cleavage. It clung to her in all the right places, and my mouth began to water while my fingers itched to tug it down and bare her gorgeous tits.
Her tiny, denim shorts that made her legs look a mile long, and I had a feeling they cupped her pert little ass perfectly. She glowed with confidence and smiled as she watched me ogle her.
“Where’s my cut?” I growled. It came out sounding grittier than I’d intended, due to my suddenly lust-consumed state. Her eyes filled with hurt, and I instantly wanted to slam my fist into my own face. I should have complimented her first and not been so harsh when I did finally say something. But damn, this woman kept throwing me off balance.
“You look absolutely gorgeous, baby,” I told her as I ran a finger down her velvety cheek. “But, I told you, you always gotta be wearing my mark. It keeps you safe.”
Her smile returned, though somewhat timidly, and she reached for a bag she’d set near her feet. “Sorry, I forgot to put it back on.” She dug through the contents then pulled my leather vest from the depths and quickly donned it.
“Now you look too fucking good, baby.” I grinned and her cheeks dusted with pink as her smile grew. “Cat took you shopping?” I growled playfully and dragged her into my lap to kiss the fuck out of her. “I like seeing you in my clothes.”
She giggled and pulled back to gaze up at me. “As much as I like wearing your clothes, they aren’t very practical for me since you’re practically twice my size.” The pink in her cheeks spread over her whole face and she ducked her head and mumbled something.
I put a finger under her chin and lifted her face. “Didn’t understand that, baby.”
She cleared her throat and glanced away but forced