Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,81

twisted her torso so she could look at me without moving her lower half. If I hadn’t been so pissed, I might have enjoyed the pink hue on her cheeks and the spark of desire in her bright blue eyes.

“How can I be safe if I’m not with you?”

I narrowed my eyes at the overly innocent expression on her face. “Are you trying to manipulate me, little doll?”

“Is it working?” she asked as she perked up.

Hack started laughing before I even answered her. “Fuck,” I muttered.

“Can’t do that if I’m not with you, either.” My eyebrows shot up at Lucy’s quip, and I almost smiled.

Hack was laughing so hard he practically fell over. I glared at him, promising retribution with my dark stare. The physical kind that would ruin his pretty face.

Lucy melted back and cuddled into me, further weakening my resolve to leave her at the clubhouse to be guarded. Steeling myself against her disappointment, and my blue balls, I shook my head. I stood with her cradled in my arms, then dropped her legs and let her slowly slide down my body. Her blue eyes heated, and I mumbled a string of curses under my breath.

“Come on.” I moved her to my side and curled my arm around her waist to lead her to the door. Hack had finally managed to get ahold of himself and he smirked as we passed by. My other arm shot out and landed a blow straight to his gut. Winded, he stumbled back a few steps but was still grinning like an idiot.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Lucy murmured as we exited the room and walked down the hall.

My tone was gruff when I replied, “He had it coming.”

“I did,” Hack wheezed from behind us.

When we reached the stairs, I gestured for Lucy to descend first and couldn’t help appreciating her fine ass all the way down. At the bottom, I grabbed her hand and started toward the president’s office. Mac was sitting at his desk with his feet on top crossed at the ankles, and his hands behind his head. He was smiling—an expression I’d rarely seen until he met his old lady, Bridgit—at Link, who was standing in front of the desk with his back to us. Dax and Scout were lounging in the chair beside him, also smiling affectionately at Link. The whole scene was weird for a second until I realized Link was holding his newborn son, and that was the reason for their dopey expressions.

I rapped on the door, and Mac waved me in as Link and Dax twisted to see who’d arrived. Dax grinned at Lucy and winked. I scowled at the bastard and tucked her into my side. Link was the first to comment on it, though.

“So this is the reason you haven’t been to see Harlowe and the baby?”

Scout chuckled and shook his head. “Pinkie’s gonna be pissed.”

I scowled and tightened my arm around Lucy guardedly. “Lucy needs our protection just like she did. She should understand that.”

Link snorted and rolled his eyes. “She won’t be pissed because you stayed behind to protect this itty-bitty thing. She’s gonna be mad as fuck that you haven’t brought, Lucy?”—I nodded—“to meet her yet.”

I sighed. He was probably right. I’d become close with Harlowe when I’d been assigned to protect her while Link was out tracking down the asshole trying to kill her. Link hadn’t been real happy with our relationship, and I’d been more than happy to give him shit about it. I had a feeling that was about to backfire, so I changed the subject to what was really important at that moment.

“Look, a murderous son of a bitch is after my little doll, and I need to go take care of it.” I looked at Mac and asked, “Can you assign someone to watch over her while I take care of business?”

Lucy poked me in the side hard enough to make me grunt at the small stab of pain. “I’m coming with you,” she argued.

I didn’t respond and kept my attention on Mac who frowned at me before settling his gaze on my girl. “I’m Jared Mackenzie, Mac. The president of the club,” he introduced himself.

“Lucy Skye.”

“Lucy Skye?” Scout parroted, his tone full of glee. “Yep, you look like a diamond. Perfect.”

My little doll looked up at me with confusion, and I rolled my eyes. “Scout has a thing about nicknames,” I explained.

Her cheeks turned a little pink and her blue orbs twinkled with amusement