Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,2

mile away and loaded into a black van driven by one of our prospects. He dropped us near the back of the compound and then nestled the vehicle near the edge of the surrounding woods.

It only took about ten minutes before we spotted two members patrolling the electric fence surrounding their property. One at a time, they fell to the ground as Scout’s silent ammunition struck them.

“Probably got ten minutes before they send someone out to check on those two,” Hack, an enforcer, informed me through my ear bud. “After Scout takes them down, maybe another five before they sound the alarm.”

I grunted a reply and crept up to the fence. Trading my riding gloves for thick, complete leather ones, I nodded to the brother with me, Grub. He handed me a pair of razor sharp, plastic wire cutters.

Reputation and appearance went a long way in protecting the Hounds compound, and I knew they kept the electric charge at a lower voltage because they felt secure in the other aspects. Still, without the proper precaution, touching the crisscross metal would knock me on my ass and keep me shuddering for a while.

With that in mind, I carefully cut a large arch into the fence, then pulled it open and secured it with rubber clips. I tossed my tools back to Grub and once again changed out my gloves. I went with thin, black leather this time. It gave me more dexterity since I didn’t need protection from the electricity at this point.

“Going in,” I murmured.

“Three minutes down,” Hack grumbled. “Move your ass and don’t get caught.”

I didn’t take the time to respond with a scathing comment, instead focusing on slipping through the hole I’d made. The president of an MC usually lived at the clubhouse, unless he’s got a family. Pierce was paranoid and didn’t want to be far, but he didn’t want his precious daughter living in the clubhouse. So, he’d built a private addition off the back.

Other than guards and a few prospects, most of the club was helping with their current run because it was one of their biggest clients. He hadn’t skimped on the protection though, and I knew I’d have to deal with one or two guys if I tried to get inside on the main floor.

A few days of recon had shown us which windows Bridget seemed to pass by the most and we’d determined that her bedroom was at the top right, the one with a balcony. At well over six feet, it only took me a running leap to grab hold of the bottom and pull myself up enough to shift my grip to the railing. Spending hours at the gym and in the ring definitely paid off.

I shook my head in exasperation when I realized the sliding glass door was unlocked. The kid was clueless. Silently, I slid it open and stepped into the moonlit room. I scanned the space until my eyes landed on the bed, then shuffled over until I stood at the side.

Fuck me running.

The girl lying on the bed had thrown off the covers and was dressed in only a thin tank top and tiny shorts. This was no kid though. She was a woman, from her gorgeous red hair splayed on her pillow, to her plump, kiss-me lips, to her generous tits, to her long—fucking long legs. My cock swelled, and my mouth watered.

I was in deep fucking shit.

2

Bridget

I’d been feeling restless ever since I’d had that talk with my dad. Or maybe it was from seeing Mac in the clubhouse. Either way, I’d barely been able to eat or sleep, and it hadn’t gotten any better tonight. If anything, it was worse since I’d had the hardest time falling asleep. I’d tossed and turned, waking up three times already. I was cold, jumpy, and irritable.

“Not again,” I mumbled under my breath, reaching for my sheet and blanket. My hope was that I’d be able to fall back asleep if I could get warm again. Then I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye, and I figured I must be having one of those dreams where you thought you were awake but you really weren’t. Because that something I’d caught sight of was actually a someone. And not just anyone. It was...

“Mac,” I breathed out before it registered that what I was seeing was not a dream. As he stalked towards me, quickly closing the space between my bed and the