Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,66

incredible butt, but what had my heart pounding in my chest was the fact that his wallet was sticking out of his back pocket. He was deep in conversation with the bartender and didn’t seem to notice when one of the two men sitting at the high-top table to his right got up and walked behind him to go to the bathroom. His entire focus was centered on whatever they were talking about, and he had no idea that his wallet was less than an inch away from falling out of his pocket.

I’d never been tempted to steal anything in my entire life, but the bulge of the leather material called to me. His wallet had to be stuffed with cash; money that would be the difference between me starving and having a full belly. Before I realized what I was doing, I was out of my seat and walking over to the bar. My hand shook when I was behind him and reached out to gently tug the wallet from his pocket. Tucking it into my waistband and yanking my shirt to cover what I’d done, I sidled past him and smiled up at the bartender. “I’ll be ready to order in a minute. Just need to pop into the restroom.”

My plan to take a few bills and then drop the wallet on the floor of the hallway leading to the bathrooms was thwarted when a hand wrapped around my upper arm and yanked me back. I let out a little yelp, and the hot guy turned to look at me. His brown eyes scanned me from head to toe, pausing on where the guy behind me was holding my bicep. A muscle jumped in his jaw as he took a step toward me, his gaze going to the man who’d caught me in the act. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Sheriff? I never took you for the kind of man who’d get rough with a pretty girl, and I know damn well you’re smart enough not to pull that shit on property belonging to the Silver Saints.”

Oh, crap. Of course, the first time I ever stole something I’d do it right in front of a cop.

“Yeah, well, this pretty girl”—the sheriff reached around me to pull the wallet from my waistband, and the hot guy’s eyes filled with fury as they followed the man’s hand—“stole this right out of your pocket, and I’m not usually gentle when I’m putting cuffs on a thief.”

I felt all the blood drain from my face and would’ve crumpled to the floor if the sheriff hadn’t been holding on to me. Going to jail would suck, but having my name entered into the system terrified me. My eyes filled with tears as I watched the hot guy reach out to take his wallet and tuck it back into his pocket. But then he did the last thing I expected—he wrapped his fingers around the sheriff’s wrist and pulled his hand off my arm. Stepping closer to me, he growled, “The cuffs won’t be necessary.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” The sheriff eyed me up and down. “She’s a tiny thing. I’m sure she won’t be too much trouble getting into the back of my car.”

“She’s not fucking going anywhere with you,” the hot guy disagreed with a scowl. “The Silver Saints take care of stuff like this on their own.”

This time, I finally realized what he meant by the Silver Saints. The leather vest he was wearing should’ve clued me in faster—preferably before I’d tried to steal his wallet—but I wasn’t thinking very clearly lately. And my luck had turned from bad to worse since it seemed as though my act of desperation meant that I’d jumped from the frying pan straight into the fire.

2

Dom

I gently took hold of her arm, making sure she didn’t escape. Heat sizzled where our bare skin touched, and it sent sparks of red-hot desire straight to my cock. Which had been hard since the moment I heard her feminine yelp. I was surprised at my body’s reaction and curious about what the commotion was about, so I’d paused in my conversation with Bear and turned around.

I’d been stunned silent for a few seconds as my eyes did a sweep of the tiny woman in front of me. I was a big guy, but even someone of average size would tower over her. Her skin was pale, and with big blue eyes and a perfect, pink,