Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,31
on my left thigh. My brother liked to tease me about how I always upgraded the day a new model was available, and it galled me to have left my top-of-the-line device behind to bring this piece of crap with me instead. But the burner couldn’t be traced back to me, and that was all that mattered at the moment.
After twisting the volume dial on the radio all the way down, I answered, “For the eleventy-billionth time, I’m fine. Nothing has changed in the past hour except I’m finally a few minutes away from my destination.”
“Thank fuck you’re almost there,” my brother muttered.
It was killing Huntley that he’d put me in the line of fire. I’d been trying to be patient with him being even more protective than usual, but my restraint was already wearing thin. “Once I get to the compound, you need to stop checking in on me so often. Focus on finding the betraying bastard instead.”
I didn’t know many details about what had gone down since they were classified, but I knew enough to figure some of it out myself. Huntley’s team had been deployed on a mission last month. He’d returned a few days after news reports of a military raid that had taken out someone high enough in a terrorist organization to have it splashed all over the media for weeks. I hadn’t thought much of the coincidence until Huntley had called me in the middle of the night and told me to get out of town because the identity of his unit had been compromised, and their families were at risk. His missions were top secret, so if word had gotten out, then someone in the military had betrayed his team.
“I’ll dial it back a bit once I know the Silver Saints have your back,” he promised.
The light turned green, and I shook my head as I pressed down on the accelerator. “I still can’t believe you’re sending me to a freaking motorcycle club for protection.”
“Which is exactly why it’s the safest place for you to go,” he grumbled. “Nobody would ever think to look for you there, and Cat assured me that Kyle and the rest of the guys will make sure nobody can get to you.”
I wasn’t too sure about hanging around an MC clubhouse for the foreseeable future, but I wasn’t going to complain. Not when Cat’s man had been willing to put himself out there on my behalf, and my brother needed to stop worrying about me so he could focus on the problem. “This was definitely the right call. I can already see the gate to the compound, and they even have a guy manning it. On the off chance that someone thought to look for me here, the odds of them actually spotting me should be slim to none.”
“No matter how safe you feel while you’re there, keep your guard up,” he warned.
“I will,” I promised. “I’ll also remember everything you’ve taught me over the years.”
“You better,” he grunted. “Text me daily on this number using our code system, but don’t expect to get regular replies back.”
I didn’t need the reminder since I knew how spotty communication could be when he was deployed, but I wasn’t going to bust his balls over it, considering the situation. “Will do. Be safe, big brother.”
“You too, little sister,” he replied before hanging up.
Pulling up to the gate, I rolled down my window when the guy standing there walked up to the driver’s side of my car. “Hey, sweet thing. You lost?”
I almost snorted since anyone who knew me well would never use that as my nickname. I grew out of my shy and quiet stage toward the end of my high school years, and my friends were used to my sassy side. The Charger was definitely a sweet ride, though, and he was eyeing it more than me. “Nope, Cat should be expecting me.”
His gaze jerked back to my face. “You’re the friend Cat is expecting?”
I wasn’t sure why he was so surprised, but his reaction made me feel a little more nervous about staying with the Silver Saints as I nodded and answered, “Yeah.”
His eyes lit with humor as he grinned. “I never thought I’d be glad to be stuck on gate duty all day, but today’s my lucky day.”
“Huh?” My brow wrinkled in confusion.
“Don’t worry, sweet thing. I’m just looking forward to seeing Link’s reaction to you.”
His answer was as cryptic as everything else he’d said—including whatever he mumbled