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. “She’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.”