Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,30

I reached Mac’s office, I wasn’t surprised to see Scout, our VP, lounging on a couch to my left. What I didn’t expect to see was Scout’s old lady, Cat, tucked into his side. I’d assumed this was about club business, but if she was present, it had to be something else.

Mac pointed at the chair in front of his desk. I dropped into the seat and waited silently, which wasn’t unusual for me because I wasn’t known for my conversational skills. Unless it was my brothers and their families, I much preferred numbers to people.

“Got a problem we need your help with,” Mac stated as he rubbed his graying beard. He lifted his chin in the general direction of Cat and Scout, and I turned my attention to them.

Cat sat forward and rested her elbows on her knees while Scout rubbed her back. I would never get used to the way my badass brothers turned into pussy cats for their women. Not that I would say anything and risk a broken face...or possibly a bullet.

“I got a call from an old friend yesterday,” Cat began as she ran a hand through her short brown hair. Scout scowled, and his chest rumbled with a low growl, making Cat roll her eyes. “Just a friend, you caveman,” she muttered, throwing him an equally dark scowl, which only made him grin. “Anyway. Growing up, I lived next door to a family with two kids. Their son was two years older than me, and his sister was a few years younger. We were friends, but after Huntley left for the military, I also stepped in for him and watched out for Harlowe. I kept in touch with them both, though I haven’t heard much from Huntley since he joined the SEALs. But out of the blue yesterday, I got a call from him. He needs a favor.”

I sat back in my chair and folded my arms over my chest. “And this involves me because…?”

Scout narrowed his eyes, warning me to watch how I spoke to Cat. I barely restrained myself from rolling my eyes. Poor whipped asshole.

“Huntley’s SEAL team was involved in a top secret mission recently. He couldn’t give me too many details because of security clearance crap, but his team’s identity was leaked. Apparently, one of the bad guys who should’ve never known who these guys were has been targeting their families.”

“He needs protection for his baby sister,” I surmised.

Cat nodded, but it was Mac who jumped in to talk. “Cat came to me and asked if we’d take in Harlowe until Huntley neutralizes the threat.”

I still didn’t understand what this had to do with me. It wasn’t like they were going to tell me to watch the kid. Babysitting wasn’t in my job description. Not that I wasn’t capable. Just because I spent a lot of time at my desk or repairing bikes, rather than on runs or acting as an enforcer, didn’t mean I wasn’t a lethal motherfucker.

“Things are heating up with the Burning Devils. Word is they’re up to their old shit. Changed their MO, though, and now they are boosting cargo from the clubs on their runs.”

Fucking hell. That’s exactly what Prez was about to order me to do.

“Got a big ass shipment headed out next week. With Bridgit so close to her due date, I can’t leave or commit to being Harlowe’s shadow. The position of Road Captain and Captain are still empty, so I gotta send Scout to make up those spots. And I’m beefing up security, so Dax is taking most of his guys.”

“I could help out on the run,” I suggested. I’d already done my time raising my baby girl, so I had no desire to take on the role of father again. Even temporarily.

Mac shook his head. “I only trust you, Scout, or Dax for this assignment, and I need them on the run.”

I glared at Mac but nodded in agreement.

“I haven’t seen her in a few years, but she was always a good kid,” Cat piped up. “She was shy and on the quiet side. It should be pretty easy to keep her safe.”

“Good,” I grunted. “When does the kid get here?”

“Tomorrow,” Scout answered.

“And how long am I stuck with her?”

Mac gave me a hard stare. “Until the job is fucking done, Link.”

1

Harlowe

Pulling to a stop at a red light in a town I’d never been to before—and hadn’t even known existed until yesterday—I glared down at the cell phone perched