Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Staring down at the ground beneath the tree branch I was perched on, I was disappointed not to see a sign of him. “Giving up already?”
Before I knew what was happening, the branch gave out beneath me, and I tumbled straight into Maverick’s arms. Stunned that he’d been able to creep up behind me, I blinked up at him in shock. Then he winked, and my cheeks filled with heat.
“I win,” he growled, his lips curving into a smile that had butterflies swarming in my belly.
I smirked back at him. “So it seems, Maverick.”
He quirked a brow. “You know my name, so it’s only fair that you tell me yours.”
“Molly MacKenzie,” I murmured, hoping that the knowledge of who my father was wouldn’t scare him off like it did with most men.
The heat in his intense blue eyes didn’t dim, but he did set me on my feet, which turned out to be a good thing. My dad’s daughter radar must’ve gone off because he marched through the trees toward us before anything else could be said. His gaze darted between us, and a muscle jumped in his jaw when he saw how close we were standing.
Pointing at the branch on the ground right next to us, I muttered, “You should be thanking Maverick for catching me instead of glaring at him.”
“And he should be hunting down the hiding spots of one of the kids so they don’t get bored with the game instead of looking for you,” my dad retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Already know exactly where my niece is hiding.” Maverick jerked his chin at my dad. “Was planning on tagging her next.”
“Good.”
My shoulder slumped when the sexy biker stomped off in the direction Britta had run. “Did you come out here to ruin my fun, or were you planning on playing too?”
“Stay away from Maverick. He’s the VP of another club and a decade older than you,” my dad growled.
Considering what happened when my parents got together and their age gap, he was being incredibly hypocritical right now. “At least he didn’t kidnap me like you did with Mom.”
“And he’d better not.” My dad’s eyes narrowed as he stared holes into Maverick’s back. “We let him get away with that shit once, but being Kansas’s big brother won’t save him if he dares to mess with you.”
I had no doubt that my dad meant what he said…but that didn’t stop me from wishing that Maverick wouldn’t heed the warning he’d just been given.
1
MAVERICK
A sane person would probably be second-guessing themselves when contemplating what I was about to do. But I’d been going crazy since the moment I laid eyes on Molly Mackenzie—the oldest daughter of Jared “Mac” Mackenzie, the president of the Silver Saints Motorcycle Club.
They had a fierce reputation, and not many people were brave enough to go against them. It wasn’t much different from the rep my own MC, the Iron Rogues, had in our territory. And if my dad—who’d been the first VP—saw some older punk sniffing around his daughter, he’d have warned him off too. Which was exactly what I’d done when I found out about Lee and Kansas. Then the shit hit the fan when I took his sister for a trade, and when everything finally calmed down, our clubs had a truce and loose connection.
Now, I was about to jeopardize everything. Still…I felt no hesitation.
Ever since the birthday party two weeks ago, I’d been racking my brain, trying to figure out how to see Molly again. She was well guarded since she was not only a club princess but also the first daughter. Although, considering the wide berth her protection gave her, I was pretty sure she wasn’t aware of them.
I’d been hoping to devise a way to see her that wouldn’t send up red flags and give me time with her before I had her dad trying to put me in the ground. But after two weeks of missing her, waking up in a sweat from dirty dreams, and biting my brothers’ heads off because I was always in a shit mood, I’d come to the conclusion that there was no subtle way of doing this.
I’d also spent the past couple of weeks learning everything I could about Molly and her life. She was a tattoo artist—one of the most highly sought after in the area. Silver Ink, where she worked, always had a waiting list. She was really fucking talented, and I was determined to have her stamp on me. So this seemed like the easiest way to see her again without alerting the cavalry right off the bat.
I hopped off my Harley and strode toward the entrance to the tattoo parlor. It was attached to the SS compound on the back, but the front entrance was public, so I didn’t have to deal with as much security.