Family Affairs: Volume 1

by Davenport, Fiona

  When his cock stopped twitching, I flopped onto my back on the mattress next to him. “We should wake up hungry more often.” My stomach chose that moment to make a rumbling noise, and Mac’s followed suit. I burst into a fit of giggles, laughing even harder when his low chuckle echoed around me. “I guess I’d better get up and hit the kitchen. Get us some real food.”

  “Stay in bed and rest. I’ll let Cat know that you aren’t up to helping this morning.”

  “I want to,” I reassured him. “Gotta feed my man since he can’t survive—”

  “On just your delicious pussy alone,” he finished for me with a grin.

  I shook my head and rolled my eyes, blushing as I hopped off the mattress and headed into the bathroom to clean up. When I came back out, Mac was gone. But he’d left a pair of jeans, one of his shirts, and his cut for me on the bed. I pulled on the clothes and went to the kitchen, coming up short when Cat flashed me a genuine smile.

  “Morning,” I greeted her cautiously, more than a little weirded out by her reaction to me since it was the opposite of how she’d been treating me ever since Mac had brought me here. Then her eyes darted to the bruises and scratches she’d left on me the day before, and I figured she was feeling guilty. “It looks way worse than it should because I bruise easily.”

  “You have every right to hate me since I’ve been a royal bitch to you,” she started.

  “I don’t hate you.” I moved closer, shaking my head. “I mean, yeah, you were a total bitch. But I get it with how the situation is between the Silver Saints and the Hounds of Hellfire.”

  “Which is exactly why I expected you to tell Mac that it was my fault. All of it.”

  “All of what?” Scout growled from behind me. I twirled around and found him glaring at Cat.

  “I—”

  “It’s nothing,” I interrupted.

  “Didn’t sound like nothing to me,” he argued. “Is Blue right, Kitty Cat?”

  “No,” she whispered, her voice sounding uncertain and lacking her usual confidence.

  “One of you’d better tell me what the fuck is going on.”

  “The bruises and scratches on Bridget’s arms are my fault,” Cat blurted out.

  Scout lifted one of my wrists to examine the marks on my skin. “Mac was pissed as fuck about these.”

  “Yeah,” I admitted softly.

  “He didn’t know how they happened, though.”

  “Because she didn’t tell,” Cat said. “Just like she didn’t say anything about how I made her run outta here crying yesterday when I ripped her to shreds.”

  “Shit, Kitty Cat,” he groaned. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

  “That she was a pawn who didn’t deserve my respect. A pampered princess who didn’t belong here, and I was stuck with her until her father finally caves and gives Mac what he wants.”

  “You’re my old lady. You know me. Would I ever give someone a nickname if I didn’t think they deserved my respect?” he asked.

  Cat shook her head.

  He jabbed a finger at the patch on Mac’s cut. “You, better than any other woman around here, should know what it means for Mac to give her that to wear.”

  Cat cringed. “I know, which is why I never should have told her—”

  “It doesn’t matter what was said,” I interrupted again, but for a different reason this time. I didn’t want to hear a repeat of the insults she’d flung at me yesterday, especially the ones about some other woman wearing Mac’s cut in the future. Not after spending all day and night in his bed.

  Scout gave me a considering look. “My woman and I don’t keep secrets from each other.”

  I gave him a disbelieving look because we both knew darn well that with club business being what it was, there were things he kept from her.

  “Not with shit like this,” he growled.

  “It’s girl stuff. None of your concern,” I insisted, putting a little bit of haughtiness in my tone. “Besides which, it’s over and done with so there’s nothing to worry about. Cat and I are good with each other.”

  He shifted his gaze to Cat. “You good with Blue now, Kitty Cat?”

  “Damn straight.” She nodded as she stepped to my side, presenting a united front. “From now on, I’ve got Blue’s back the same way she had mine.”

  “Good,” Scout grunted. “That’s the way it should be since you’re the VP’s old lady and she’s the Prez’s.”

  The Prez’s old lady. Wow. Getting kidnapped by Mac really was the best thing that’d ever happened to me.

  Chapter Nine

  Mac

  I wanted nothing more than to spend another day lost in Bridget’s delicious body, but I had shit to do. Not the least of which was coming up with a new plan. Pierce wasn’t getting his daughter back, so I needed a new way to get ahold of the asshole who’d beat up my guy.

  Sitting at my desk, I forced myself to focus on some paperwork until there was a soft knock at my door. “Yeah?” I called. Looking up, I felt a smile spread across my lips as Bridget came into the room with a tray full of food. Honestly, I was a little worried my face was going to break, I hadn’t smiled this much in years.

  I leaned back in my chair as she scooted in front of me to set the tray down, then grabbed her waist and hoisted her into my lap. Her squeak of surprise melted into a moan when I buried my face in her neck and nibbled on the soft flesh.

  “I could get used to this,” I mumbled. “Having you for first breakfast and then being served a second one by you while wearing my cut”—she giggled and squirmed, causing my already semi-hard cock to turn to steel—“If you don’t stop wiggling, you’ll be my morning snack too.”

  Grabbing her chin, I turned her head and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Things were starting to heat up when my door slammed open, bouncing off the wall. I scowled darkly at Scout as he sauntered into the room. “You forget how to fucking knock, Scout?”

  Scout grinned unapologetically as Bridget scurried off my lap, her face colored pink. “I was just leaving.”

  I was tempted to tell Scout to fuck off and continue with Bridget, but I had shit to discuss with him. I was going to need his help figuring out how to handle the fucking mess I’d created by claiming Bridget.

  “Come back at lunch, baby,” I called before she shut the door quietly behind her.

  Scout sprawled in a chair across from me and raised a brow. “I take it she’s gonna be a permanent fixture around here from now on.”

  “Damn straight,” I growled. “Anybody has a problem with that, they can leave their cut and get the fuck out.”

  “Whatever happed to ‘bros before hoes,’ man?” Scout scoffed.

  He was teasing, and I didn’t take the bait. “We aren’t in second grade. Now, you ready to stop acting like it and get the fuck to work?”

  “How you gonna handle the Hounds of Hellfire?”

  I scrubbed my hands down my face and grunted in frustration. “No fucking clue.”

  Just then, my phone rang and I grabbed it, barking, “Prez.”

  “I’ve got your man,” Pierce snapped on the other end of the line. “He’s willing to turn himself in to the police.”

  “That’s not how we handle this shit,” I growled.

  “Like I don’t fucking know that. But taking my baby girl was a step too far, Mac. You give her back to me, and I’ll convince Gil to deal with you rather than the police.”

  Fuck. I was going to have to stall until I could figure out my next step. I wasn’t going to let that motherfucking coward hide behind bars rather than face me. “Fine.” Scout pushed a handwritten note across the desk. I glanced down to see a date and location. “At the Junction race on Saturday.”

  “Saturday!” Pierce sputtered. “That’s way too fucking long for my girl to be locked up with your people! You’ll break her!”

  I almost laughed, but I didn’t want to give away any kind of emotion in regards to Bridget. I couldn’t help a parting shot though. “S
he’s stronger than you think, old man.” Then I hung up. “And she’s mine.”

  Our treasurer, Link, joined us just then and I gave Scout a look to tell him to keep his mouth shut. Then the three of us got down to club business.

  It was after three when I glanced at the clock. Bridget hadn’t come back at lunch. I frowned, worry creeping in. There were so many ways for her to get into trouble or get hurt. Link left and I stood to follow him but stopped when Scout said my name.

  “I’m sure she’s with Cat, Mac. I need to talk to you for a minute.”

  My brows raised at his tone. He sounded almost hesitant, which was rare. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him, waiting.

  “I walked in on a conversation between Bridget and Cat this morning,” he started. He went on to explain everything about Bridget’s bruises and what else had happened.

  Fury burned in my gut, and I clenched my fists in an effort to expend some of my energy so I wouldn’t blow the roof off with my temper.

  “She was way outta line, brother,” I growled.

  Scout held up his hands in surrender. “She knows that, believe me. But she owned up to her mistakes and I think you’ll find she’ll have Bridget’s back from now on.”

  I glared at him. “She fucking better. ‘Cause she’s on thin-fucking ice with me. If Bridget so much as—”

  “She’s good, Mac.” Scout’s eyes narrowed as he cut me off. “I told you because we don’t keep secrets and shit, but you gotta trust me to handle my woman. Besides that, you know Cat. She’s good.”

  I nodded, trying to let go of my anger. He was right, but I was having a hard time accepting it with the red haze of anger that came with the thought of Bridget being hurt, physically or verbally.

  Scout took a step forward, his gray eyes probing mine. “Won’t happen again. We good?”

  I blew out a breath and nodded as I rounded the desk and headed for the door. “Yeah.”

  The first place I checked was the kitchen, but there were only a couple of guys sitting around the long, wooden table, talking and drinking. I headed to our room next but was waylaid by our enforcer, Dax, as I jogged up the stairs.

  “Yo. Cat took your lady shopping.”

  I pivoted and descended the stairs before responding. “She what? Where?”

  Dax shrugged. “Fuck if I know. I’m just relaying a message because Cat threatened to rip off my balls if I didn’t let you know.” He turned and began to walk away, shaking his head. “Don’t know when I turned into such a pussy that I ended up a messenger boy instead of a bad ass fucking enforcer.”

  The corners of my mouth edged up as I made my way out to the garage to check on our latest order for custom bikes. We’d have to keep this shit on a leash and make sure that it never got around what suckers we were for our women.

  * * *

  “Hi.” A soft, sweet voice brought my head up fast and I cursed as my forehead slammed into the bike I was currently under.

  “Are you okay?” Bridget’s frantic voice came closer as I slid out from under the hog. She kneeled beside me, her blue eyes filled with worry.

  I was about to tell her I was fine but the words caught in my throat as my eyes traveled over her. She was wearing a pink, sleeveless top that had a V in the front, showing a hint of her luscious cleavage. It clung to her in all the right places, and my mouth began to water while my fingers itched to tug it down and bare her gorgeous tits.

  Her tiny, denim shorts that made her legs look a mile long, and I had a feeling they cupped her pert little ass perfectly. She glowed with confidence and smiled as she watched me ogle her.

  “Where’s my cut?” I growled. It came out sounding grittier than I’d intended, due to my suddenly lust-consumed state. Her eyes filled with hurt, and I instantly wanted to slam my fist into my own face. I should have complimented her first and not been so harsh when I did finally say something. But damn, this woman kept throwing me off balance.

  “You look absolutely gorgeous, baby,” I told her as I ran a finger down her velvety cheek. “But, I told you, you always gotta be wearing my mark. It keeps you safe.”

  Her smile returned, though somewhat timidly, and she reached for a bag she’d set near her feet. “Sorry, I forgot to put it back on.” She dug through the contents then pulled my leather vest from the depths and quickly donned it.

  “Now you look too fucking good, baby.” I grinned and her cheeks dusted with pink as her smile grew. “Cat took you shopping?” I growled playfully and dragged her into my lap to kiss the fuck out of her. “I like seeing you in my clothes.”

  She giggled and pulled back to gaze up at me. “As much as I like wearing your clothes, they aren’t very practical for me since you’re practically twice my size.” The pink in her cheeks spread over her whole face and she ducked her head and mumbled something.

  I put a finger under her chin and lifted her face. “Didn’t understand that, baby.”

  She cleared her throat and glanced away but forced her eyes back to mine before speaking. “I—um—also got some stuff…you know, just for you.” Then she gestured to a pink striped bag hiding behind the one I’d seen next to her.

  I jumped to my feet and tossed her over my shoulder, then scooped up the bags and raced for the clubhouse, Bridget giggling all the way.

  Just as I entered, I almost ran into Dax. “Gotta talk, Prez.”

  “Later,” I barked as I tried to move around him.

  He grabbed my arm, and I spun around with a murderous scowl.

  “Hospital called. Logan’s awake.”

  Chapter Ten

  Bridget

  “Thank fuck,” Mac sighed as he set me on my feet before swatting me on my ass, hard enough that I felt it but not so much that it hurt. “Gimme a second, baby.”

  “Okay, I’ll take these”—I grabbed the bags out of his hand, shuffling the one with the lingerie I’d purchased to the back as I blushed—“and meet you up in your room.”

  “Ours, Bridget,” Mac corrected.

  The guy who stopped us looked as confused as I felt.

  “Huh?” I asked.

  He lifted a hand and traced along my collarbone and down my chest where his cut rested. “You’re wearing my mark, sleeping in my bed. I’ve claimed you, baby. That makes my room our room.”

  “Oh! Right. Yeah,” I mumbled, trying to keep my cool when all I wanted to do was jump for joy.

  “Fucking adorable.” I peeked up to find him smiling down at me with a knowing grin. “Take your shit up to our room while I talk to Dax.”

  I did as he asked, dumping my shopping bags on the bed before heading into the bathroom to freshen up. My outing to the mall with Cat brought a whole new meaning to the phrase “shop ‘til you drop.” I’d been surprised by how well the VP’s old lady knew her way around all the best stores. And then surprise turned to shock when she’d dragged me into Victoria’s Secret to help me pick out sexy stuff that was “guaranteed to bring Mac to his knees,” as she’d put it.

  I’d been a little uncomfortable at first, but she’d been so darn excited to help me that I’d gone with it anyway. And once I’d pictured Mac’s reaction to me in the scraps of black lace that she’d shoved into my hands before pushing me into a changing room, I’d become eager to try on all sorts of things I’d never have considered before. When we’d left the store, I couldn’t wait to get back to the Silver Saints compound so I could show Mac everything I’d bought. Unfortunately, when I walked out of the bathroom and saw the stony look on his face, I knew I was going to have to wait before I’d have the chance to model it all for him.

  “Shit, baby,” he groaned, pulling me into his strong arms. “If this wasn’t so damn important, I’d fuck that look of disappointment right off your face. But we’ve been waiting to be able to talk to one of my guys who’s in the hospital, and one of the prospects called to let me know that Logan’s finally awake. I’ve gotta head to the hospital, and it can’t wait.”

  I thought back to wha
t I’d overheard when Mac called my dad the day he’d taken me. “The one in the coma?”

  “Yup.”

  “Because of something someone in the Hounds of Hellfire did?” I whispered.

  “One of those motherfuckers beat the shit out of my Road Captain with a baseball bat because he didn’t like it when Logan stepped in when he was roughing up a woman.”

  “No,” I gasped in shock. I knew the guys in my dad’s club weren’t model citizens, but I couldn’t picture one of them doing that. Going after another guy with a baseball bat in a fit of rage? Maybe. Knocking a woman around? No way. “Are you sure that’s what happened? My dad would never put up with one of his guys hitting a woman.”

  “I’ve got zero doubt about it, Bridget. Neither does your dad. He knows which of his men put Logan in the hospital, and he hasn’t done jack shit to make it right.”

  “No.” I shook my head, refusing to believe that was true. “My dad wouldn’t do that.”

  “I’m sorry, baby, but he did. I talked to him myself this morning.”

  Ducking my head as my eyes filled with tears, Mac pulled me into his arms. Although I didn’t know any details because it was club business, I was aware that my dad did things that weren’t legal. I had been ever since kindergarten when some of my classmates’ parents didn’t want them to be my friend because of who my dad was. It’d never really bothered me since I was well loved by him. If other people wanted me to choose between them and my dad, there was no contest. But that was before Mac. I didn’t know what I’d do if I ever had to choose between the two most important men in my life.