Silver Saints MC: Volume 6 by Fiona Davenport

Author:Fiona Davenport [Davenport, Fiona]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-12-09T00:00:00+00:00

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ROM

“Prez,” I greeted Mac as I strode into his office. Our VP, Scout, stood to the left of the door, whispering with his old lady, Cat. Our enforcers, Nova, Dom, Breaker, Hack, and Patch, were sprawled out in the small seating area with a couple of couches and recliners that had been added when Mac married Bridget.

I dropped down in one of the chairs on the other side of Mac’s big wooden desk, nodding at Dax, our sergeant at arms, who sat in the chair facing me. Grey sauntered in a minute later, followed shortly by our road captain, Patriot. They stood leaning against the walls, waiting. There were a couple of murmured conversations until Scout slapped Cat’s ass as she turned to leave. “I’ll meet you and the kids at home, Kitty Cat.”

“Kids are with Dash and Brynn tonight, babe,” she replied, tossing a grin over her shoulder before disappearing down the hall.

Scout turned and stomped over to stand next to Mac, feet spread apart and arms crossed over his chest. “Let’s get this the fuck over with,” he grumbled.

Not one of us could give him bullshit about his attitude because it would make us fucking hypocrites. Instead, we got down to business.

Mac leaned back in his chair and ran a hand over his beard before considering Grey for a few seconds, then Hack. “You both watching the Devil’s Jesters?”

Both men nodded. “They’ve been laying low,” Hack muttered. “Been quiet. Too fucking quiet.”

We’d been keeping close tabs on the MC ever since they’d paid a dirty judge to throw me in jail on trumped-up drug charges. The son of a bitch even managed to forge paperwork that said I’d signed away my right to a trial.

After my brothers made things right, freeing me and messing up their drug business, they’d sworn revenge and blood. But there hadn’t been a peep from them since then. We weren’t stupid, though. We knew this was the calm before the motherfucking storm.

Grey bobbed his head in agreement. “I’ve heard some rumblings from locals in their town, though. Hints that there are internal issues within the ranks. It’s possible they’re keepin’ their heads down while they sort that shit out.”

“Rumor is that the prez keeps a tight fist on the funds,” Scout contributed. His face twisted in disgust. “I’ve also heard he considers himself above the rules of property patches.”

I raised my brow at that information. “Sleeping with the old ladies?”

Scout scowled darkly. “Just a rumor, but I wouldn’t put it past the bastard. No one respects him. They fear him. He’s the lowest of the low. Hit rock bottom years ago. Now there’s twenty feet of crap, then him.”

Mac grunted in acknowledgment, but he didn’t comment.

“What do you want us to do, Mac?” Hack asked.

The prez stroked his beard again, then leaned forward and curled his hands into fists on the desktop. “Something’s brewing. I can feel it. I don’t want to be blindsided by their bullshit.” He turned to Breaker. “Put people on their compound and both businesses.

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