Mac

“Fucking Hounds,” I grunted as I used my fist to open the door to my office. It flew back and smashed into the wall, startling the tall, lanky man sitting behind my desk.

Kyle “Scout” West, my VP, took one look at my face and frowned fiercely. “He refused?”

I lifted my chin as I rounded the desk and he stood to vacate my spot. “Wouldn’t fucking budge.” Flopping down into my chair, I stifled the impulse to smash something else. “Barely acknowledged he even knew about the incident.”

Three days ago, Logan, my Road Captain, ended up in the hospital after a fight broke out at a local street race. Seemed he’d stepped in when another man got too rough with a woman, and the other man had brought a baseball bat into the brawl.

All we knew about the motherfucker was that he had been wearing a Hounds of Hellfire cut and Logan was in a fucking coma so he couldn’t call out the bastard.

I wanted retribution—to teach the fucker how to treat a woman and to never mess with a Silver Saint unless they wanted the wrath of the entire MC to rain down on them. But the only way to figure out the identity of the club member was through their Prez. None of his members would betray the brotherhood.

Everyone knew that Pierce’s only weakness was his pampered little princess of a daughter. I’d made the mistake of assuming the jackass would be outraged that one of his men would mistreat a woman.

“What next?” Scout asked. The rigid angles of his face were made harsher by a deep scowl and his gray eyes were screaming for blood. As if his appearance wasn’t intimidating enough, he’d been a scout sniper in the marines and just about everyone except me was at least a little afraid of him.

I had held on to a plan as a last resort, and I didn’t see any other choice. “We take something from him to bargain with.”

Scout’s mouth quirked up at the corner, but it was a menacing smirk. “Which of his sorry ass brothers do I get to put the screws to?”

I shook my head and opened the laptop perched on the desktop. “They aren’t good enough. Has to be someone he would give anything to get back.” My fingers typed quickly until I found what I was looking for. A local newspaper article about a book drive put on at the library in town. Flipping the computer around, I pointed to the screen where a small group was smiling for the camera. A willowy, red head stood at the edge, her smile bright but shy. “Bridget Pierce.”

“You want to go after his kid?” Scout asked, his tone incredulous. “You have a fucking death wish, Mac?”

“She’s the only one with the amount of leverage we need.”

“Might be right about that,” he admitted gruffly. “But how the fuck are we supposed to get our hands on her? He keeps her locked up tight in her little castle or surrounded with his boys. And unless he’s lost his damn mind, he’ll have her under extra security after your meeting today.”

I leaned back in my chair and rubbed a hand over my beard, thinking. “Their next run. May have beefed up her security, but that will leave the compound a little thin.” I grinned mockingly at Scout. “I’m thinking your skills have gotten a little rusty. A mission like this is just what you need.” He’d use tranqs to clear me a path and he’d do it at night, from as far as one thousand yards away.

“Fuck you,” he snapped even as he returned my grin. “I’m a fucking God with a rifle”—his smile turned lewd—“and any other weapon. Just ask Cat.”

I rolled my eyes and flipped him the bird. Cat was Scout’s old lady and I had zero desire to talk to her about his prowess beyond a sniper rifle. “Get your ass outta my office.”

* * *

We parked our hogs a 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.