Phantom – Silver Saints MC Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26277 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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It was midafternoon when I parked my bike in the lot by the entrance to Silver Ink, a tattoo parlor—one of the many businesses owned by the club—on the compound, along with our garage, Silver Auto and Restoration. These were the only two buildings on the property that could be accessed by people who weren’t members, old ladies, or invited guests. The customers used a separate public entrance, but right next to them, inside the compound, was a parking lot for motorcycles.

I helped Tessa down and stowed our helmets before taking her hand and leading her around the corner to the main entrance of the clubhouse. The driveway, and a smaller lot on the other side, were where we generally parked any other vehicles.

Considering the packed state of both lots, something was clearly going on, but I couldn’t remember anything being planned. Then again, my mind had basically emptied of everything that didn’t have to do with my woman over the past two days.

“Fanta!”

I heard the name shouted as I opened the door and instantly dropped down, bracing myself as a blur of limbs and dark-blond hair barreled at me. “Hey, Opie,” I grunted as the adorable two-year-old threw herself into my arms.

Opal was the daughter of our VP, Scout, and Cat, his old lady. I wasn’t sure how it happened, but she’d had me wrapped around her tiny fingers since the moment the couple brought her to the clubhouse for the first time.

“Miss you,” she said as she looked up at my face with a pout that would make every actress in Hollywood jealous.

“I missed you too, Opie.”

“Stop calling my daughter Opie,” Cat snapped as she exited the kitchen into the lounge. I grinned, and Scout, who was sitting on the couch drinking a beer, rolled his eyes.

“He does that just to piss you off, babe,” he said to his wife as she dropped into his lap. “Why do you rise to the bait?”

Cat snatched his drink and took a long pull, then glared at me. “I don’t want her to think that’s her actual name just because her favorite person calls her that.” When she referred to me as Opal’s “favorite person”, Cat’s pout rivaled her toddler’s.

“I let her call me the name of a soda brand,” I argued…because picking at her was so much fun. Cat was cool as a cucumber most of the time, the only exception was when it came to her kids or her man.

“Because she hasn’t learned how to say Phantom, jackass,” Cat muttered.

“Ack ass!” Opal screamed, making me burst into laughter. “Ass ass ass!”

“That’s on you, kitty cat,” Scout told her with a grin before tipping back his bottle and draining it.

“Says the man who taught our five-year-old son to say mudderfucker,” Cat grumped.

That had been fucking hysterical. It had taken Scout and Cat a week to get Griffin to stop shouting it everywhere they went.

“Fuck!” Opal shouted, and Cat dropped her face into her hands while Scout and I roared with laughter.

“At least she removes the semi-permanent scowl from your face,” Cat sighed, winking at me.

I grinned and kissed a wiggly Opal on the cheek, then let her run off to play.

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot more of those smiles,” Scout drawled as his eyes shifted to the woman at my side, lingering on her chest before meeting my eyes and raising one brow. A stranger might have assumed he was checking out my woman, but I knew his attention had been caught by the fact that Tessa was still wearing my cut.

I nodded, and he grinned before giving Cat a quick kiss and moving her off his lap. Then he stood and meandered toward the long bar that ran the length of one side of the room. “’Bout damn time,” he muttered.

Cat’s gaze quickly followed where Scout’s had been, and she lit up like a Christmas tree…or something a little more evil. “You fell, huh?”

“What?” a female voice shrieked, and I cringed when I spotted Knight’s old lady, Kiara, walking into the room, rubbing her very large stomach. “Phantom?” Her smile was also wicked. “Oh, this is going to be fun.”

Yeah, they were gonna be a pain in my ass. But I kind of deserved it after giving my brothers shit for being pussy-whipped and swearing it would never happen to me.

I slipped my arm around Tessa’s waist, careful of her ribs, and tucked her into my side. “This is Tessa,” I introduced her. Then I pointed at each one and told my girl their names as well.

Bridget had come into the room with Mac by the time I finished, but rather than just telling her their names, I walked her over to meet them.

“Tessa, this is the president of the MC, Mac, and his old lady, Bridget.”


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