Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,19

had been ever since kindergarten when some of my classmates’ parents didn’t want them to be my friend because of who my dad was. It’d never really bothered me since I was well loved by him. If other people wanted me to choose between them and my dad, there was no contest. But that was before Mac. I didn’t know what I’d do if I ever had to choose between the two most important men in my life.

“C’mon. You’re coming to the hospital with me.”

“Are you sure?” I sniffled.

His arms tightened around me briefly, and then he set me away. Looking down at me, he swiped his thumbs over my cheeks to wipe away my tears. “I’m not gonna leave you alone when you’re like this. I should have kept my damn mouth shut. That shit is between your dad and me. Between the Hounds of Hellfire and the Silver Saints. It doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

“You kidnapped me because of it,” I reminded him.

“That was then. This is now.”

He must have considered the conversation closed because he led me out the door and to his bike. As soon as I was settled behind him, with the helmet he’d given me securely in place, we roared away from the clubhouse with several of the guys following behind us. It took us about fifteen minutes to make it to the hospital, but it hadn’t been long enough for me to come to terms with the idea that my dad was the bad guy in this situation. So, I was quiet as Mac led the way upstairs to Logan’s hospital room, his hand wrapped around mine to keep me close. He only let go when we were through the door and he walked to the side of the hospital bed. In it was a man with shaggy blond hair and blue eyes on a heavily bruised face. One of his legs was casted and in traction, and the arm on the opposite side was in a sling. He gave me a curious look before switching his gaze to Mac and offering him a sheepish grin.

“How long was I out?” he asked.

“About a week,” Mac answered.

“That’s what they told me.” Logan’s blue eyes slid my way again. “But then I saw you holding hands like a sap, and I figured it’d been long enough that hell froze over.”

I giggled at the joke, but Mac just glared at him. “Too early for you to joke about being in a fucking coma, man. I was starting to think you’d never wake up.”

“Sorry, Prez. I guess I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I got my ass beat so bad by a motherfucking Hound of Hellfire that I missed an entire week of my life.”

I cringed at the reminder of my dad’s involvement in this man ending up in the condition he was in, but neither man seemed to notice and the other guys were behind me and couldn’t see my face.

“But don’t worry, I’ll more than make up for lost time once I get my hands on him.”

“Ahem,” Scout cleared his throat, stepping next to me and jerking his head in my direction.

“Can you go get Logan some water, baby? I’m sure he’s thirsty,” Mac asked.

I knew he was trying to get me out of the room, but with the direction the conversation had turned I was glad for the excuse. “Sure.”

“Make it ice chips, sweetheart,” Logan said. Mac growled at him, moving so his view of me was blocked. “I didn’t mean anything by it, Prez. Don’t know the girl’s name and didn’t know what else to call her.”

“Blue,” Scout offered. “You can call her Blue.”

“Works for me,” Logan muttered. “I’m thirsty as fuck, but the doc won’t let me have anything but ice chips. So if Blue could grab me some, I’d be grateful.”

“Will do,” I called out as I hurried out of the room. The nurses’ station was right around the corner, so it didn’t take me long to get what Logan needed. When I made it back to his room, the door was only cracked open about an inch but I could hear the low murmur of male voices. I started to open my mouth to make sure they knew I was there, but then what Mac was saying hit me and I froze in my tracks.

“Pierce called this morning. He’s willing to make the trade. Their guy for Bridget.”

“Damn, this situation is fucked since

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