Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,22

was so fucking sexy.

Collapsing on my chest, she sighed contentedly. “Mac?” she whispered.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I…um, I know it’s fast but I…” she trailed off and buried her face in my chest hair.

Fisting her hair, I tugged gently to lift her head. “Tell me you love me, Bridget.” Her beautiful face flushed pink in the most adorable way. “Tell me,” I demanded again.

“I love you.” She smiled shyly and her hopeful blue eyes stared into mine.

“I love you too, baby.”

Bridget lit up like the fucking sun and I immediately needed another taste of her sunshine.

12

Bridget

“Fuck, I can’t believe I agreed to this plan,” Mac growled as he killed the engine on his bike. We’d just pulled up at the side of Knockers, one of the bars where the Hounds of Hellfire liked to hangout when they weren’t at the clubhouse. With their scantily clad waitresses and cheap drinks, Knockers was popular with guys from other clubs too. It was considered neutral territory, but shit sometimes went down when clubs were already at odds with each other. Considering the current situation between my dad’s club and the Silver Saints was volatile, I was hoping we’d be able to get in, get to Lena quickly, and get out before anything happened—and the only way that was going to happen was if Mac didn’t show his face inside the bar.

“It’ll be fine,” I reassured him. “Out of everyone here, I’m in the least amount of danger because your guys would never hurt me and neither would my dad’s.”

“Promise me you won’t take your safety for granted in there, baby. This whole fucking mess started because one of those motherfuckers was beating on a woman.”

“Good point,” I mumbled, patting his chest. “But I’m just going to duck inside and head straight to the restroom. Nobody should even see me.”

“Just in case they do,” he said as he reached behind him into the saddlebag. “I want you wearing this instead of my cut.”

He pulled out a black leather vest, much smaller than his. Holding it up, he turned it around so I could see the back. Silver Saints MC was stitched at the top, and the patch below it said ‘Property of Mac.’ I knew what a big statement this was, and my eyes filled with tears. “Really?”

“Had it made just for you,” he confirmed as he tugged his cut off my body and shrugged it on. “I love you. You love me.” He claimed my mouth in a rough kiss and whispered the next words against my lips. “Been fucking you bare, which means you might already be carrying my baby. Want the whole damn world to know you’re mine.”

“This’ll do it.” I smiled up at him after pulling the vest on.

He rubbed his thumb along my ring finger on my left hand. “So will the ring I’m gonna put here soon.”

“Oh, wow,” I breathed out.

“So get your ass in there, do what’s gotta be done, and come back out to me so we can get on with the rest of our lives.”

“Yes, sir,” I sassed back before turning on my heel and marching into the bar. It was dark inside, which was a good thing because it made it harder for the guys from the Hounds of Hellfire to notice me. I spotted them, though. Four of them were huddled together at a booth in the corner. A couple of pitchers of beer sat in front of them, mostly empty. When I glanced over at the bar, I spotted Lena. She was standing next to an empty stool, her toe tapping while she waited on the bartender.

Locking eyes with Cat, who was with a couple of other women at a table in the middle of the room, I jerked my chin in Lena’s direction. Cat nodded, and I headed to the women’s restroom. As the door swung shut, I heard a crashing sound and braced because I knew that it meant Cat had done her job and Lena would be right behind me.

“Bridget!” she gasped when she looked up from patting the wet spot on her shirt and spotted me.

I moved swiftly, slipping around her to block the door. “Hey, Lena.”

“What’re you doing here?” she asked, her eyes darting around like she expected someone to jump out at us. “Your dad’s been going crazy since the Silver Saints took you. Did you escape? Do you need help?”

“I’m actually here to ask you the same question.”

She gave me a confused look. “I don’t understand. You were