Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,44

too.”

“Sure thing,” I agreed.

It wasn’t long before the three of us sat at one of the long tables and dug into the thick sandwiches I’d made, along with the chips and pickles Cat had set on the table. It was a simple meal, but it more than hit the spot.

“I have some work to do in the garage,” Dom said after he finished off his food. “You good here while I’m busy?”

Hanging out in the garage sounded like a heck of a lot more fun than being stuck here. “Can I come with you?”

He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Sure, but let me know when you get bored so I can walk you back over here. I don’t want you wandering around by yourself.”

“Bored,” Cat snorted, slapping her thigh.

Dom gave her a confused look that clearly showed he had no idea what she found so hilarious. That was okay. He’d figure out the joke as soon as I got my hands on some tools.

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I was pissed as fuck that this bullshit had taken all day. The Roads of Chaos MC was a fucking disaster right now. The last president had driven them into the ground, getting them involved in all kinds of shady shit, and they’d been on the verge of bankruptcy. A new set of officers was voted in a couple of months ago, but they didn’t have a clue what to do to turn things around. They were a small club to begin with, but being in such a vulnerable state, they needed backup from a strong club like the Silver Saints. No one fucked with us unless they had a damn death wish. But it turned out that the meeting wasn’t just about protection. The VP brought along their new treasurer, who told me a sob story that I didn’t even remember now. I took a look at their books out of pity, despite my urgent need to get back home. And to say they were a fucking mess was actually an understatement. I gave them some quick fixes and agreed to meet with them again in a few weeks.

Before taking off on my bike to head home, I decided to call Larissa and give her a heads-up so that she wouldn’t find out about me and Harlowe through Cat or Bridget. She was genuinely happy for me, which was just like my baby girl. However, she did have a few smart-ass comments to make about the fact that I was probably going to end up being a new dad and a grandpa at the same time. She was the only one who found them completely hilarious, and she’d made herself laugh so hard she had to hang up so she could run to the bathroom. I just rolled my eyes and pocketed my phone before climbing on my motorcycle to hit the road.

When I arrived back at the clubhouse, all I wanted was to take a shower—preferably with Harlowe’s wet, naked body—and order some takeout for us to eat in bed before I spent the night feasting on her.

I was focused on getting back to my girl, so I just waved my hand absentmindedly when people called out greetings. After taking the stairs two at a time, I jogged down the hall to my room. A weight I hadn’t realized was there lifted off my shoulders as I slowly unlocked the door and turned the knob. It wasn’t all that late, but I wasn’t sure how hard I’d been on Harlowe that morning and didn’t want to wake her if she had gone to bed early.

The room was dark and quiet, but the light shining in from the window showed an empty bed. Frowning, I stepped inside and looked around, wondering if she’d fallen asleep on the couch or was in the bathroom. Both spots were also empty. I was only slightly mollified that the vest I’d told her to wear was nowhere to be seen either.

Irritated at having to chase her ass down, I whipped out my phone and called Dom’s cell. When he didn’t pick up, I growled in frustration and gripped my phone hard to keep myself from pitching it at the wall. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I’d cracked it, but I didn’t give a shit about anything other than finding my girl.

As I stomped out of the room and down the hall, I tried Dom one more time. I was going to beat the shit out of that fucker for not