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by Fiona Davenport


  “Do you—” she broke off, shaking her head. “No, he couldn’t possibly.”

  “Do I what, Lena?”

  She took a deep breath and met my eyes hesitantly. “Do you really think that I could end up with a guy like the one who helped me?”

  “Yeah, I do.” I reached out and squeezed her hand. “And maybe not just with a guy like him.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Mac took me because he’d planned to do an exchange with my dad—me for Gil. But things have changed since then, and one of those things is that Logan woke up from his coma and what he wants more than a chance to beat the shit out of Gil is the opportunity to talk to you. So if you’re willing to leave here with me now, the Silver Saints will let the matter drop with the Hounds of Hellfire.”

  “He’s really willing to give up on his revenge? For me?” she squeaked.

  “Yup.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah, wow. If I were in your shoes, it’d be a no brainer. Dump Gil for real this time. You don’t even have to say a word to him. Just walk out of this bar, head over to the hospital, and see what kind of sparks fly between you and Logan. Even if nothing comes of it, the Silver Saints will make sure you’re protected.” Mac had made sure I knew that going into this, and it had only made me love him even more.

  “He was pretty hot,” she mumbled, blushing.

  “Still is,” I agreed, but only because Mac wasn’t around to hear me. “Even flat on his back and bruised the hell up.”

  She nodded, a determined light filling her eyes. “I’ll do it.”

  “Hot damn!” I heaved a sigh of relief as I tugged on her hand. “Let’s get out of here before anyone comes looking for you and finds me too.”

  The entire thing had gone more smoothly than I’d expected, but I got over-confident as we walked out of the bathroom and forgot to peek out to see if anybody was in the hallway. We only made it a few steps before I halted in my tracks. Lena bumped into me from behind and placed a hand at my back to steady herself. I glanced back at her when she gasped in surprise, and found her gaping down at the patch on my back instead of at the reason I’d stopped in the first place.

  “Princess.”

  My head jerked forward again at the rasped out word.

  “Daddy,” I whispered. He looked like he hadn’t slept the whole time I’d been gone, and I felt guilty because it’d been some of the best days of my life. I wanted to run forward and throw myself into his arms, but my feet felt like they were glued to the floor. It was a good thing, too, since I spotted Mac stalking towards us looking like he was ready to rip someone’s head off.

  “Oh, shit,” Lena whispered.

  She got that right. My dad led an unconventional life and was feared by many, but there had never been a moment of doubt in my life that he loved me. Then again, I’d never tested his love in the way I was about to do. God only knew how he was going to react to finding out I’d become Mac’s old lady.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mac

  The minute I spied Pierce making his way towards the back of the bar, I hustled after him. There was a chance that he would end up in the bathroom before Lena and Bridget came out, but I wasn’t holding my breath. It was clear the minute he saw her because he stopped suddenly, his whole body going stiff.

  Bridget took a step towards her father but halted in her tracks when her eyes slid over his shoulder and met mine. Her hands went to the edges of her vest and she unconsciously tugged the leather tighter around her. If I hadn’t been so pissed off at everything going to shit now, I would have smiled.

  “Um, Daddy…” she trailed off hesitantly.

  “Let’s go, Princess.” He reached out and grabbed her arm, making my vision go red. I didn’t like anyone touching my woman and I didn’t know if Pierce was truly a threat to her or not, which made it even worse.

  “Don’t fucking touch her,” I growled before shoving him back and stepping in front of her.

  Pierce’s face started to turn purple with rage. “I brought you Gil, now give me my daughter, Mac. We had a deal.”

  I shook my head and gently pushed Bridget back behind me when I felt her try to peek around. “Deal is off. Gil can take his chances with the cops and Bridget goes home with me.”

  “You agreed—” Pierce started, but I cut him off.

  “Gil has Bridget to thank. She talked my man into another solution.”

  “Bridget has nothing to do with club business, she can’t change our deal,” he said through a clenched jaw.

  Slowly, I dragged Bridget around to my front, making sure she was facing me and pulling her hair forward so her back was unmistakably visible.

  Pierce gasped and stumbled backwards. “What the fuck?” he roared.

  “Bridget has everything to do with my club’s business,” I snarled. “As the president’s old lady and as my soon to be wife, she’s involved in whatever the hell I say she is.”

  “You can’t force her to—”

  “He isn’t forcing me, Daddy.” Bridget was the one cutting him off this time. She’d pushed lightly against my chest until I gave her a smidgen of room and then turned to face her father. “I love Mac and I’m choosing to stay at his side”—she squared her shoulders and straightened her back—“Besides, if anyone needs to learn a lesson about forcing women, it’s the Hounds of Hellfire.”

  “Now you listen here, Bridget Pierce—”

  I whistled loudly and made a “round ‘em up” motion with my hand. Signaling to my guys who were waiting, unseen, just beyond the hallway. With one last glare at Pierce, I snapped, “I won’t keep Bridget away from you, but if you want to see her or our children, you’ll do it at the Silver Saints compound.” With that, I spun around, keeping a firm hold on my woman so she was protected in front of me and we marched down the hall to the back entrance.

  Bridget dug in her heels to get me to stop before I stepped outside and peered around me. “Lena?” she called. I glanced back to see the woman plastered up against the wall, looking like a deer in headlights. That’s when I noticed two of my brothers restraining a man. He was cursing and trying to get free and come forward, scaring the shit out of Lena.

  Scout brushed past them and swiftly walked over to Lena, he leaned down and whispered something to her and her whole body slumped. Then he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and guided her in my direction.

  Together, the four of us exited the building and made our way to the side where we’d parked our bikes. Cat strolled around from the front and gave me a chin lift before meeting Scout at his hog.

  Cat had ridden her own bike at Bridget’s suggestion and as soon as I saw her gesture to Lena to get on, I understood why. Lena had allowed Scout to lead her out of the building, but it was likely she wouldn’t be very comfortable riding behind him.

  My woman was fucking brilliant and gorgeous.

  * * *

  Bridget held Lena’s arm and walked quietly with her down the white-washed hallways of the hospital. Occasionally, Lena would whisper something and Bridget would either nod or shake her head. Finally, she pulled Lena to a stop outside Logan’s room.

  “I don’t know if I should go in,” Lena said, glancing warily at the door. “Are you sure he isn’t mad at me? It’s my fault he’s here.”

  Bridget squeezed Lena’s arm reassuringly. “I promise he wants to talk to you. And, I’m positive that it wasn’t because he’s mad.” Bridget smirked. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he uses your guilt to ask you for a sponge bath though…”

  I threw my head back and laughed drawing the attention of both women. A sweet pink tinge appeared on Bridget’s cheeks and I wanted nothing more than to return to the room we’d christened earlier. But, I knew Bridget didn’t want Lena to face Logan alone, so I sighed and pushed the door open.

  He was sitting up, a definite improvement from the last time we’d been here. The bruises and swelling on his face were also going down, though it would be a while before anyon
e would be commenting about his “pretty” face. Something we all loved to do to get a rise out of him.

  When he spied our extra visitor, his face lit up and he pushed away the small tray of food in front of him.

  “You bring me someone special to kiss away my pain, Blue?” he asked with a lopsided grin.

  Lena’s eyes widened as she took in his appearance and her eyes filled with tears. That was my cue to get the fuck outta there.

  “I’ll be right outside when you’re ready to go, baby,” I whispered to Bridget before beating a hasty retreat.

  Twenty minutes later, both women walked into the hall. Bridget was grinning ear to ear, and Lena was blushing like a virgin on prom night. I didn’t ask for details, just grabbed ahold of my girl and headed home.

  Epilogue

  Bridget

  Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I cringed. I was still in my pajamas. My hair was months overdue for a cut. I looked like I hadn’t slept in forever. And I didn’t have the energy to do more than run a brush through my hair and put on some lip gloss.

  I felt like a mess, and it wasn’t entirely due to my lack of sleep. It was because my dad was coming to the compound for the first time since Mac had thrown down the gauntlet almost eleven months ago in the hallway at Knockers. I’d talked to him on the phone and even met him out for meals a couple of times when I’d managed to sweet-talk Mac into it, but my dad hadn’t seen fit to come visit me here yet. Until today...when Mac didn’t give him any other choice.

  My dad wanted to meet his new granddaughter, and it wasn’t going to happen anywhere else other than the Silver Saints compound. It had taken him seven weeks—and lot of texts with ridiculously adorable photos of Molly—to finally concede the fact that Mac wasn’t going to budge on this. Now that the day was finally here, I was freaking out.

  “You almost ready?” Strong arms wrapped around me, and I lifted my gaze to meet Mac’s eyes in the mirror. He rubbed his chin against my neck, his beard scraping against my tender skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

  “I just need to change out of my pajamas. Other than that, I think this is about as good as its going to get today,” I sighed.

  He turned my head to the side to capture my lips in a deep kiss that left me wanting more when he pulled away. “That’s bullshit. You need me to show you how fucking gorgeous you are?”

  “Maybe,” I breathed out. “But it’s going to have to wait because we don’t have enough time right now.”

  “And that’s bullshit, too.” He gripped my hips and flipped me around before setting me on the countertop. “Molly isn’t crying.”

  He yanked my sleep shorts and panties down my legs. “Your dad isn’t here yet.”

  Sinking a finger inside me, he growled, “You’re already wet for me.”

  “After that kiss, of course I am.”

  His finger continued to work me as he used his other hand to unbuckle his belt, unsnap his jeans, slide the zipper down, and pull out his cock. “And I’m always hard for you.”

  I widened my legs so he could step between them. His hands moved to my hips, and he lined himself up at my entrance. “Sounds like the perfect time to me.”

  “Hurry,” I panted as he slid his cock inside me. I wasn’t worried about how long we’d take; I just wanted to feel him move inside me and make me come. Gripping his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his hips, I held on tight while he pounded into me.

  “You’re more gorgeous today than you were when I found you sleeping in your bed when I came to take you.” He swiveled his hips, his cock dragging over my G-spot and making me clench around his hard length. “You were so damn hot that I knew I was fucked before you even opened your eyes.”

  “And look at us now.”

  His gaze dropped down, and he leaned back a little to watch his cock slide in and out of my body. “Come for me, baby. I wanna see your pussy squeeze me until I blow.”

  I slid my hand between us and flicked at my clit, making a growl creep up his chest. Each glide of his cock brought me closer to the edge, until I was suddenly flying over it and taking him with me. I slumped back against the mirror, panting for breath as he pulled out and cleaned me off with a washcloth.

  “Hurry up, baby.” He bent down to give me a kiss. Then he picked me up and set me on my feet, tucking himself back in and zipping up his pants. “We’d better get down there before hell freezes over and the Hounds of Hellfire President steps foot on Silver Saints soil.”

  I would have laughed, except it really did feel like hell was about to freeze over. I hurriedly changed my clothes while he lifted Molly out of the basinet we kept beside our bed. Her nursery was only one door down, but neither of us were ready for her to sleep in another room yet. I had no idea how he’d managed to have what was basically an entire house added to the back of the clubhouse in less than nine months, and I didn’t really care. I was too busy being grateful that it was ready in time for me to decorate the nursery before I gave birth, even though we mostly used it like a big closet for Molly’s stuff for now.

  “It’ll be okay,” I reassured him as I smiled at the picture my tough biker made with our tiny baby girl in his arms. “Molly will melt all the ice, just like she does your heart.”

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  About the Author

  The writing duo of Elle Christensen and Rochelle Paige team up under the Fiona Davenport pen name to bring you sexy, insta-love stories filled with alpha males. If you want a quick & dirty read with a guaranteed happily ever after, then give Fiona Davenport a try!

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