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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I shut the door as quietly as I could, but when I turned around, Molly was sitting in bed, watching me with sleepy green orbs. Her hair was a disheveled mess, hanging in a riot of curls all around her, standing out starkly against her creamy skin and the white sheet she held over her chest. “Was that about my dad?” she queried, a frown marring her forehead.

“No. Why don’t you get some more sleep, princess? I have to go meet with prez.”

She shrugged and scooted to the edge of the bed. “I’m not tired. I think I’ll see if I can scrounge up something to eat in the kitchen.”

“Sure, baby. How about you shower with me first?”

Molly smirked. “Don’t you have to meet with Fox?”

“It’s just a quick shower.”

Her expression was dubious. “That’s what you said last time.”

I grinned remembering just how that shower had gone. I’d made sure she was plenty clean…after dirtying her up and giving her two orgasms first.

“Be back soon,” I murmured to Molly, placing a kiss on her temple before leaving her at the entrance to the kitchen.

Fox was sitting behind his desk when I arrived at his office. He was talking with Whiskey who sat in a chair on the other side, and Deviant, Hawk, and Racer—three of our enforcers—and our officer, Midnight, sprawled in seats that surrounded a round wooden table in the right corner of the room.

We had a lot of meetings in this space, so it was large and also included a bar and lounge area with a couple of sofas. My office was connected with a door on the same wall as the table and looked very similar.

“Please tell me I get to kill someone today,” I growled as I stalked into the room. I needed to take out my frustration at being pulled away from Molly again, and this punk seemed like the perfect target. Nobody messed with my woman.

Fox frowned. “I get your anger and need for revenge, but the little shit hasn’t threatened Molly, so you’ll probably have to settle for putting him in the hospital.”

I shrugged, not happy with that option but settling for it. “Who is he?”

“Fritz Beals. Molly’s first appointment the day you brought her to the shop,” Whiskey answered. “He paid cash for the shit he sent her. But when word got around that we were looking, the florist told her man her suspicions, who brought them to Racer at the track.”

“She sent him with her security tapes, and Whiskey recognized him,” Fox added. “The fucker used a fake name for his appointment, but Hawk did some digging. Turns out, this isn’t his first obsession.”

“How the fuck did he get anywhere near my woman?” I bellowed at Whiskey, clenching my fists at my sides. I was still pissed as fuck at him for not telling me about the stalker in the first place.

“We can’t run a background check on every customer, Mav,” he grumbled, looking more irritated than usual.

“Why the fuck—”

“Uh, prez? Sorry to interrupt, but…”

We all turned our heads to see Jake standing in the doorway, looking nervous.

“Spit it out, prospect,” Midnight growled, glaring at the prospect. One of the officer’s jobs was to monitor prospects and their progress, so Jake paled at Midnight’s gruff tone.

“There’s a situation out front…some chick just drove up to the gate and is demanding to see Mav’s woman.”

My brow furrowed. The only women who even knew Molly was here were her mom and sister. I didn’t think her mom would go around her old man like that, so it had to be Dahlia.

“Let her in,” I sighed, then looked at the prez and jerked my chin at the door. “I’ll take care of it. Then we go have a chat with the motherfucker stalking my woman.”

He nodded. “Get her the fuck out of here, Mav,” he grunted. “Don’t need any more shit piled on top of the situation with Mac.”

I pivoted and stomped out of the office, entering the lounge just as Molly came running out of the kitchen, heading straight for the front door.

“Molly!” I shouted as I quickly followed her. She should know better than to run into an unknown situation. I was gonna put her over my knee and spank her ass later.

“It’s just Dahlia,” she called, throwing me a grin over her shoulder before disappearing outside.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

The other redhead from Silver Ink was exiting a silver Mustang convertible, her anxious gaze seeking out her sister.

Molly slowed down as she approached Dahlia, probably due to her anxious expression.

“I can’t stay,” Dahlia said when Molly was a few feet away. “Dad is on his way here.”

Molly sighed when she reached her sister and pulled her in for a hug. “I appreciate the warning, Dahls, but I already knew he was on his way. You shouldn’t have come. Dad’s gonna lock you in a freaking tower if he finds you here.”


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