Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,51

released it, she squeezed the trigger and fired off two rounds. Pop! Pop!

I’d been admiring her body and fantasizing again, so I didn’t pay much attention until Scout shouted, “Holy fuck!” I swiveled my head around, and my jaw went slack when I spotted a hole clearly made from two bullets in the very center of the forehead.

“No fucking way,” I breathed as I exhaled a whoosh of air. Harlowe grinned and brought the barrel of the gun to just below her lips to blow away the imaginary smoke. “How could you possibly do that by accident?” I mused out loud, still unable to believe what I was seeing.

Harlowe rolled her eyes and raised the gun again. Pop! Pop! Both rounds landed on or near the other bullet holes. Well, shit.

Scout started howling with laughter. “She fucking played us, man.”

A part of me wanted to laugh with him, but it was overwhelmed by the rush of hunger that spread through me like a wildfire. Every time I thought Harlowe couldn’t get any hotter, she went and proved me wrong. Seeing her handle a gun like a pro was sexy as fuck. My cock swelled to the point of pain. My hands itched to dig into her hair and yank it back so my lips could leave a mark on her skin while my dick left my mark inside her tight little pussy.

Without a word, I took her gun and flipped the safety, then set it on the table. I grabbed her hand and pivoted, pulling her behind me as I made my way back to the armory. “Take care of that shit, and I’ll owe you,” I called to Scout. All I heard was more laughter.

“Um...are you mad that I pretended not to know how to shoot?” Her tone was wary, but she also sounded a little pissed, and it made me smile.

I came to a hard stop and spun around, yanking Harlowe into me so that our bodies melded together. “Does it feel like I’m mad, angel?” I drawled. She gasped when she felt the bulge in my jeans pushing against her belly. “Need to find somewhere to fuck you. Now.”

Harlowe’s cheeks turned a little pink, and her lips tipped up in a goofy smile. “Lead the way.”

I was about to do just that when Scout yelled for us to wait. I was about to tell him to fuck off but swallowed it when I saw the expression on his face. He had his phone to his ear and was jogging toward us.

When he was a few steps away, he stopped and listened for another minute, his expression growing darker by the second. “Can you send me the info?” His eyes finally lifted to meet mine, and they were hot with rage. “Huntley,” he explained. Harlowe started to reach for the phone, but I gently pushed her arm away and glared at her. Her lips pinched in irritation and her eyes narrowed, but I didn’t have time to placate her. This was about her safety. Nothing was more important, and I needed to handle this shit.

Scout was already holding the phone out when I snatched it from his hand. “What’s the update on Harlowe’s situation?”

There was silence for a beat, then he growled, “Who the fuck are you? Where’s Kyle?”

“I’m Harlowe’s man,” I snarled. “From now on, you got information involving her, it comes straight to me. Scout will make sure you have my number.”

Again, a tiny stretch of silence. “We don’t have time to deal with who you are and what you think you are to my sister”—I growled, wanting to correct him, but he was right on one point. We could deal with that shit later—“An undercover contact of mine just surfaced to let me know there’s been a hit put out on Harlowe.”

“Son of a bitch,” I grunted. This was a whole new problem to deal with. I needed to get Harlowe back to the clubhouse and under lock and key so that me and my boys could get to the bottom of this shit. “We’ll take care of it.”

“Scout assured me that your club has the resources to find out who took the contract and track him down.” It was a statement, but we both knew what he was asking.

“We do. I’ll keep her safe,” I vowed. We were talking about his little sister, and I knew he had to be fucking terrified for her, so I gave him something more. “She means everything to