Mac

Damn, she felt good in my arms. Too fucking good. I quickly shoved her at Scout, frustrated at my reaction to her. “She rides with you.” His eyebrows shot up to his hairline, but I ignored him as I hopped out of the van. I kept my eyes averted, so I wouldn’t see how she responded to my order. If she liked the idea of being near Scout, I was afraid I’d rip his fucking head off. However, I couldn’t help watching her hips and tight ass sway as she walked away from me.

I stalked to my hog and got on, slamming my foot down on the kick starter. Scout’s engine revved and I looked jerkily in his direction. Bridget was sitting on the back of his bike, her slim arms wrapped around Scout’s torso. Even though Scout already had an old lady, something inside me howled in protest at the sight of her clinging to him. To anyone but me. It didn’t seem to matter that she was too fucking young for me. Too sweet and innocent.

“Fuck,” I muttered before yelling to be heard over the noise from the bikes, “Bridget! Get over here.”

Scout’s head pivoted, and he smirked at me before helping her off the seat. I scowled darkly, my eyes threatening retribution if he said even one fucking word. Bridget hesitated when she caught sight of my expression. I held out my hand and beckoned her forward with my fingers, softening my look so she wouldn’t be afraid.

I handed her a helmet and fastened the straps, tucking her red hair out of her face. “Hop on, baby,” I growled. “We need to get the fuck outta here.”

She climbed on and wrapped her arms around me tightly. Her tits pressed flush against my back, and I could feel her heart racing. I rarely let any woman ride with me but when I had, it had never felt this good. She fit me like a glove. Shaking my head, I tried to dispel the thoughts invading my mind and took off like a bat outta hell.

We reached the Silver Saints compound a little less than an hour later. Once inside the main garage, I shut off my bike and helped Bridget to her feet. As she swung her leg over, she lost her balance and went tumbling into my chest.

Son of a bitch. Riding with her wrapped around me had made me hard as fuck but when she was pressed against my front, I thought my dick was gonna burst through my damn jeans. She looked up at me with wide, deep blue eyes, her pink lips slightly parted, and her skin flushed. I could too easily imagine how she would look after being thoroughly fucked and I shoved her away quickly, trying to get some control.

I hadn’t kidnapped her to make her my plaything. I didn’t roll that way—she was simply leverage for the swap. I had no intention of corrupting Pierce’s innocent little princess, no matter how tempting the idea was. The last thing I needed was to jeopardize the plan by getting involved with her. Besides, I reminded myself, she’s too damn young for you. I was old enough to be her motherfucking father.

After removing her helmet, I grasped her arm and towed her behind me to the clubhouse. “Do what I tell you, keep out of the way, and you’ll be headed home to your palace as soon as your asshole father does what I want,” I explained as we walked.

We entered through a side door so I could take her down the hall to my office without parading her through the front room. Just the idea of anyone else leering at her had my blood boiling. I was so intent on our destination that I almost plowed into Cat when she stepped out of the kitchen.

Cat looked Bridget up and down before turning to me with a curious and slightly disgusted expression. “That Pierce’s little princess?” she asked.

“Bridget,” I corrected, surprisingly irritated at Cat’s description and attitude. “Don’t want any of the other girls or old ladies hassling her.” I gave Cat a hard look. “I’m putting you in charge of her.”

Cat narrowed her grassy green eyes and pursed her lips for a moment, but simply nodded.

“Making the call to Pierce now, then I’ll put her in my room.”

Cat’s eyebrows practically went through the roof, and Bridget made a muffled noise that I didn’t take the time to interpret. Cat clearly thought I’d lost my mind, and I didn’t completely disagree with her. Yeah, it was a stupid fucking move but while I would trust my brothers with my life, I didn’t trust them with Bridget.

I stepped around Cat, effectively dismissing her, and continued dragging Bridget to my office. Inside, I slammed the door shut and walked her to a worn couch pushed up against the left wall. “Sit.” When she obeyed without question, I nodded and went to sit at my desk.

My eyes strayed to Bridget as I dialed Pierce’s number. She was gazing around the room, her eyes more curious than apprehensive. Her reactions to everything were throwing me off kilter. I’d expected her to be terrified and to throw a spoiled tantrum, not to be so damn cooperative.

“Whaddyou want, Mac?” Pierce grunted when he answered.

“Same thing I wanted the last time we talked, jackass,” I snarled.

“Well fuck off. Haven’t changed my mind and I’m not gonna.”

“How about a trade?”

“Ain’t nothin’ you got that I’d ever want, Mac.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Pierce,” I sneered smugly. I put the phone on speaker and pointed at Bridget. “Say hello to Daddy, princess.”

She blanched and stared at me as she answered. “Um, hi Daddy.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Pierce roared. Bridget flinched, but I just smiled maniacally. “I will fucking kill you, Mac.”

“Relax, Pierce. I have no intention of hurting or violating your perfect spawn. I’m suggesting a straight up trade. Bridget for the motherfucker who put my guy in a coma.”

Pierce didn’t say anything at first, the only sound his heavy breathing, as he tried to calm his temper. “It’ll take me some time to find him—”

“One week,” I snapped without letting him finish. “You don’t have him by then, your little girl will have to earn her keep around here.” I hung up before Pierce could get in another word.

Bridget’s eyes were wide as she stared at me. Again, I was a little baffled by the small spark of curiosity shining through her alarm. I frowned as I stood and prowled over to stand in front of her. “No one will touch you,” I assured her. “But, that doesn’t mean I won’t put you to work. This isn’t your castle on a cloud, baby. You’ll have to learn to dirty those hands.”

Her beautiful blue eyes narrowed and she opened her mouth to speak but a knock on my door drew both our attentions.

“Yeah?”

Hack popped his head in and glanced at Bridget before his eyes landed on me. “Club business, Prez.”

I nodded and gestured for Bridget to stand. “Give me ten, and we’ll meet back here.”

“Sure thing.” He left the door open when he spun around and disappeared down the hall.

“Follow me. Stay close and keep your head down,” I instructed Bridget. I led her to a set of stairs and up, then down another hall to the door at the end. Opening the door, I lifted my chin, indicating that she should enter.

Her soft body brushed against mine as she walked over the threshold and I stifled a groan. I needed some damn air.

“Don’t leave this room without me or Cat. Things are different when you don’t have Daddy’s protection. You walk around here without a cut, boys will think you’re fair game. Understood?”

She nodded as she stood uncomfortably awkward in the center of the room, looking around. It wasn’t as simple as the other rooms. I lived at the clubhouse permanently, and being the president had its perks. One being the king size bed that I was studiously ignoring for the moment. I showed her the bathroom and how to work the tv, then beat a hasty retreat before I did something truly stupid. Like kiss the fuck out of her plush, pink lips.

* * *

It took a couple of hours to straighten out the mess a couple of prospects had made on a run. Which meant it was almost three in the morning before I made my way back upstairs. Opening the door quietly, I listened to see if there was any indication that Bridget was awake. The room was dark, but in the glow of the moonlight, I was once again staring at the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. Except this time, she was curled up in my bed, like an offering from the devil himself. I knew I should turn right around and sleep on the couch in my office. But, my feet had their own agenda and made their way to the side of the bed. I sucked in a deep breath and by the time I’d exhaled it, I’d given in to temptation. I stripped to my boxers and slipped under the covers, fully intending to stay on my side.

Then Bridget sighed and rolled towards me. My determination not to touch her shattered, and I pulled her into my arms.

I didn’t know what the fuck had come over me, but I was starting to suspect that she would be a lot harder to let go than I’d thought. And, one word was pulsing in my head with each beat of my heart.

Mine.