Nova: Silver Saints MC Fiona Davenport (large screen ebook reader .txt) 📖

crime family rather than the friend. “Nothing. This will work out highly in my favor. They just don’t know that yet. But even if it didn’t, you wouldn’t owe me a thing as long as that girl is safe.”

“Thank you.” I still felt like I owed him, and I knew Mac would too. “We still owe you. You need us, we’re there.”

“Appreciated. Now, my contact will get in touch with Mac to set up the meet.” He went on to explain a few more details, and I was prepared to hang up when he said, “Oh, Nova. There’s one other thing. About Chad...”

“He’s a dead motherfucker,” I growled.

“Exactly,” Nic agreed, confusing me. “I won’t insult you by suggesting that the Silver Saints don’t know how to handle a hit. But the timing, with your girl running away…if he shows up dead shortly after...”

“Shit. They’ll look at Rylee.”

“Yes. So take this number down.”

I grabbed a pen from the desk and quickly noted the phone number Nic rattled off.

“That’s the personal number for Rogue, the head of Ruthless Corp. He’s expecting your call.”

My eyebrows shot up at the name. I’d heard of the “private security firm”—which was code for hitmen—out of Los Angeles, but I’d never had dealings with them.

Before I could ask, he added, “Don’t worry about the fee. Rogue owes me.”

He was calling in an awful lot of chips for us, but I knew he and Mac went way back, so I assumed the prez had that handled and would let me know if he needed something from me on that score.

“Good luck,” Nic said before disconnecting the call.

Mac picked up the paper with the number, and his eyes raised to his hairline, clearly recognizing it.

“You know him?” I asked.

He nodded. “Only talked to him a couple of times. Tried to recruit me years ago. Made it clear I’d have to be dead to leave the club, but he still reached out from time to time. Not since Bridget, though.”

I gave everyone the summary of my conversation with Nic, and we discussed a plan for the meet with the mobsters. Once that was settled, I started to head back to my girl when Mac called my name. I turned around to find him holding out the slip of paper with Rogue’s name on it. As prez, it was his right to deal with Ruthless Corp, considering it collided with club business. “Your girl. I trust you to handle it.”

I nodded and took the number before stalking from the office. After doing a quick check to make sure Rylee was still asleep, I went down to the kitchen and slipped out the back door.

Rogue answered on the second ring. “Nova, correct?”

“Yeah.”

“How can I help?”

I filled him in on all the details, and he listened quietly until I was finished.

“Are you looking for him to be found or simply disappear?” he finally asked.

“I’d like to shove his balls down his throat and his dick up his ass. But since Nic convinced me to let you handle it, make him disappear. I don’t want his dead body casting a shadow on my girl.”

“Noted. I’ll assign this to Merrick. He’s one of my best for quick and clean. And if you are interested in making the target suffer first…” he trailed off. He was offering to let me have a crack at Chad before this Merrick guy finished him off and cleaned it up.

My jaw hardened. Yeah, I wanted that asshole to pay. “Do it.”

“Done. He’ll contact you with the details once he’s ready for you.”

I hung up just as a pair of arms encircled my torso and a soft body pressed against my back. I sighed and placed a hand over Rylee’s for a moment, then dragged her around to my front so I could wrap her up in my embrace and bury my face in her cloud of curls. I inhaled deeply, taking her scent into my lungs, reminding myself that she was safe and making me hard as fuck.

“I would do anything for you, angel. Tell me you know that.”

Rylee turned her head and kissed my cheek, sending a shot of warmth to my heart. “I know.”

My arms tightened around her, my hands going to her ass and lifting her so our centers were aligned and she locked her ankles behind my back. “Right now,” I murmured as I placed soft, wet kisses along the column of her throat, “I think you need more orgasms. And, if I’m gonna knock you up, I better fill you with a fuck of a lot more come.”

Rylee gasped, but I swallowed it when I covered her mouth with mine. We barely made it back to our room before I had us both naked and Rylee bouncing on my cock while I sucked on her big tits until she screamed my name. After releasing inside her, I was still hard—pretty much my permanent state since Rylee entered my life—so I flipped her onto all fours and plunged back in, fucking her hard and fast until she shuddered with another climax. Then I filled her so full of my seed that it was running down her thighs.

Panting and sweaty, we collapsed on the bed, and I pulled her into my arms. I couldn’t imagine heaven had anything sweeter to offer than having my girl naked, sated, and safe in my arms. I wanted the moment to last forever.

12

Rylee

I’d had more fun over the past two weeks at the Silver Saints compound than I had since my dad died. Nova made sure of it since he insisted on sticking close to me around the clock. Our days were split between the garage and tattoo parlor while our nights were full of pleasure.

Dom had agreed to the apprenticeship, but Nova needed to get back to work at the tattoo parlor. We’d set up a schedule where we rotated between the two club-owned businesses, which worked out great. One day, I’d spend hours under the hood of