Maverick (Iron Rogues MC #1) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Iron Rogues MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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Maverick Crawford knew that Molly Mackenzie was off limits. She was too young for him...and a Silver Saints MC princess. Her protective father was their president, so starting anything with Molly would cause trouble between their clubs.


But that didn't stop Maverick from taking her straight out of their tattoo parlor and claiming her for himself. Only someone wanted the feisty redhead to belong to them instead.

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PROLOGUE

MOLLY

Growing up in the Silver Saints MC was way different from what outsiders assumed. When my dad fell for my mom, the club became all about family, one that continued to grow over the years. To the point where there were so many kids that it made sense to do a combined birthday for a bunch of them at the clubhouse today.

I had three siblings of my own, but I loved having a ton of bonus cousins who were related to me by choice instead of blood. Although I was more of an aunt to this crew since I was sixteen years older than them. Not that our age difference held me back from playing with them when I got the chance. Which was why I had volunteered to organize the games for all of them today.

“Okay, guys! Who wants to play tag?” I called, grabbing everyone’s attention except for Britta.

Lee and Kansas’s daughter had recently turned nine and was one of the guests of honor for the birthday party. Instead of running toward me with almost everyone else, she raced toward the back door of the clubhouse and threw herself at the guy who’d just walked outside.

I thought I knew everyone connected to the club enough to be invited to family events, but I didn’t recognize him. And if we’d met before, I definitely would’ve met him since he was pretty damn unforgettable. He was tall and muscular with dark auburn hair that my fingers itched to comb through, and piercing blue eyes that crinkled at the corners as he crouched down to greet Britta.

I was too far away to read what was written on the cut he was wearing, but Britta had solved the mystery of who he was when she had cried, “Uncle Mav!”

Maverick Crawford was the VP of the Iron Rogues and Kansas’s older brother. His club was back in the town where she grew up, and his introduction to the Silver Saints had been a rough one since he kidnapped Lorelei, Grey’s old lady. From the gossip I’d heard back then, he hadn’t been happy with Kansas’s relationship with Lee and wanted to make a statement by taking his sister. Only he hadn’t known that a Silver Saint had claimed Lorelei.

Luckily, no harm had come to Lorelei, and Maverick had come to terms with his sister being with Lee. Although it had all worked out in the end, I was pretty sure this was the first time he’d ever visited the Silver Saints compound. With how my body reacted to him from afar, my dad would probably regret extending the invitation.

Even surrounded by a bunch of kids who were excited to play tag, my gaze kept straying toward Maverick. Britta had dragged him over to Kansas and Lorelei before tugging on his hand and begging, “Come play tag, Uncle Mav! Pleeeeeease!”

Callum, Cash and Karina’s oldest, ran up and grabbed his other hand. “Yeah, play with us, Uncle Mav!!”

Maverick’s deep laughter drifted toward me as he shot his sister an amused smile and shrugged. “Lead the way. But don’t come crying to your mommas when I kick your butts.”

The kids giggled and took off. Maverick waited half a minute to give them a good head start, then chased them.

I’d been so focused on him that I missed Grayson, Lorelei and Grey’s son, coming at me. I fell to the ground as he tackled me and yelled, “Tag! You’re it!”

I hadn’t gone down too hard, but it took me a moment to stop laughing. When I looked up, Maverick stood over me with his hand stretched out. I slid my palm against his, and it felt as though I was touching a live wire with how all of my nerve endings came to life.

After he helped me up, I just gawked up at him, trying to catch my breath. Acutely aware of the fact that we were surrounded by men who still saw me as a little girl even though I was twenty-five years old, I knew that I needed to do something to break the sensual spell between us before one of them noticed my reaction to him. So I poked him in the chest and yelled, “Tag! You’re it!”

Then I sprinted toward a copse of trees where many of the kids had already found hiding spots. I had barely made it to my hiding spot before he gave chase. When he got close, I bit my lip to hold back my soft laughter but not before a giggle trickled out.

“Fair warning, baby,” he growled as he prowled closer. “When I catch you, I’m not going to let you go.”

My lips curved into a grin. “What makes you think you’ll be able to catch me?”

Silence was my only answer, which only made me more confident that he wouldn’t be able to find me.


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