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Getting out of here without him causing a ruckus would probably be tricky after what just happened with Molly. Everyone was on high alert, and I doubted he would be cool with letting me just drive away. Not when he knew my dad would want to talk if he realized I was here and my disappearing could cause problems between the two clubs.
“It definitely doesn’t.” I glanced inside my Mustang, and my lips curved into a smile. “Sorry, gotta grab something.” Like a flight out of the country.
Fox lifted his chin and headed over to one of his club brothers when he called his name. I took full advantage of his and everyone else’s focus being elsewhere and climbed into my car. Luckily, I’d parked closer to the gate, so I was able to pull out right after starting my engine. Then I headed for the airport without looking back…but Fox stayed on my mind during the entire drive.
It was so unfair that I’d found the first man to draw my attention on the same day I was leaving the country to avoid my dad for a few months. My plan was a little extreme, but considering how my dad was, that was the only way it would work. Molly’s situation had certainly proven that since it had only taken him a week to find out where she was and who she was with, even with me covering for her. My dad was an amazing parent, but I needed a little space to spread my wings without him looking over my shoulder. I hoped that flying across the ocean would be enough to accomplish that.
I heaved a sigh of relief as I neared the airport without getting a text about my flight being canceled, but I should’ve known my escape was too good to be true.
2
FOX
Riding down the road like a bat out of hell, I thought about how my life had suddenly veered onto an unknown path. Maverick would be justified if he wanted to give me endless shit about falling for one of the daughters of Mac Mackenzie—the president of the Silver Saints MC. I’d certainly dished it out when my VP had brought home Mac’s oldest daughter, Molly.
To be fair, the Silver Saints’ reputation was as intimidating as my own club, The Iron Rogues. But everyone feared Mac. He could be a ruthless son of a bitch, though he’d never show that side of himself to his wife and kids, from everything I’d heard about the man.
So when Maverick basically stole Mac’s daughter out from under him, I was fucking livid. We’d built a fragile bond with the Silver Saints, and I had been sure that he would blow it all to hell and start a war. But when it became clear that she was the love of his life, I’d been ready to stand behind him. When I took off an hour ago, I’d been pretty confident that the situation would be resolved with an even stronger alliance. At least, until Mac discovered that I was about to lay claim to his second-oldest club princess, Dahlia.
Despite the shit going down, literally in my front yard, I’d been momentarily stunned when the silver Mustang convertible pulled up and a curvy redhead exited the car. I hadn’t been interested in women in a long time, so my swift and violent reaction to her was even more shocking.
She had pale skin with sexy-as-fuck freckles scattered everywhere that my tongue itched to trace. Piercing green eyes, high cheekbones, and full, bitable lips made my cock twitch. Then my eyes dropped to take in her hourglass figure with generous tits, round hips, and thick thighs…my mouth had watered, and my pants had grown overly tight.
She looked a lot like her sister, Molly, and going by her age, I assumed she was Dahlia.
Since we were in the middle of a fucking standoff with the man stalking Maverick’s old lady, I hadn’t had much time to appreciate the view. However, I’d known immediately, without a doubt, that this woman was mine.
Mav and I had seen Dahlia creeping up behind the insane man with the gun at the same time. Considering the gun was to his woman’s head, I knew he would be in a dilemma about what to do next. He didn’t have to make a choice, though. Dahlia belonged to me, and I would take care of her from now on.
After I got her safely behind her car, I made sure to keep her in place and out of the line of fire. Then when the motherfucker was dead, I stupidly left her alone when Blade called my name.
I whipped around at the sound of the Mustang’s engine and scowled as I watched it hightail off the compound.
Without another thought, I ran to the garage and climbed onto my Harley, intent on chasing Dahlia down. Although I hadn’t seen her yet, I’d overheard her conversation with Molly, when she stated her intention to hide out from her dad in Europe for a few months. That was definitely not happening.
A hurricane was headed up south, causing a fuck ton of rain as I headed out of Tennessee. It had shifted unexpectedly and was headed straight for Atlanta, so if I didn’t catch her before she made it on the plane, I’d be stuck waiting out the storm—which would test my patience and probably result in dead bodies—before chasing her around another continent.
In order to avoid those outcomes, I had to make sure I was headed in the right direction. I had a hunch that Dahlia wouldn’t use the closest airport if she was on the run. Before I left the compound, I sent a prospect to find one of our enforcers, Deviant. He was our resident computer expert…or as other people liked to call him, hacker. Not as good as Grey—a Silver Saint and a freak of nature—but he came close. I needed him to track down Dahlia’s flight information.
Not more than ten minutes into my ride, I had gotten a text on my watch giving me the airport—I’d guessed right, thank fuck—the airline, and the flight number. I hadn’t been far behind her, and traffic wasn’t as much of an issue for motorcycles as it was for cars, so I did my best to beat her there, even with the rain slowing me down.
My father and Mav’s had founded the Iron Rogues, and we’d grown up in the club. Though we’d both worked our way up from prospect, like any other member. Before that, we went our separate ways for a while but remained as close as brothers.
I hadn’t always intended to take over for my dad as president. My mom died when I was a teenager, and since she’d always dreamed that I would go to college, I earned a degree in finance from Princeton University. Numbers made more sense to me than people, especially after growing up as the son of an MC prez.
After graduation, I went to work on Wall Street, following the most common path for someone with my IQ and degree. I was known for my skills, but I was also considered wily—which was how I eventually got the moniker “Fox.” It didn’t take long to put a few million dollars in the bank, at which point I admitted to myself that I was bored as fuck and went back home.
Once I patched, I earned the job as MC treasurer, using my skills to keep the club and its businesses flush. Eventually, Mav returned and patched as well, so when his dad retired and mine followed suit, we were voted into our current roles. It was always useful to throw people off guard when they realized I was wicked smart, a complete nerd, and a bit of a neat freak—Mav’s words. But I’d been schooled on martial arts and weapons from a young age, so they would eventually see that I was as lethal and ruthless as any other member of the Iron Rogues.
I sure as fuck hoped my wiliness paid off today because I needed it to snag my woman.
When I drove into the parking lot at the Atlanta airport, I waited near the entrance so I could see Dahlia’s car come in. Deviant had let me know she was about ten minutes behind me. While I waited, I called Mav, hoping he’d pick up since it had been several hours from when I left. I figured he would have spent that time in bed with his old lady, especially after almost losing her. But I called anyway.
“Only taking this call to say, what the fuck, Fox?” he growled when he picked up.
“You can give me shit when I get back,” I grunted. “Just let me handle the situation with Dahlia first.”
I heard a muffled voice in the background and assumed it was Molly, probably asking about her sister. “Want to tell me what the fuck that situation is before I’m forced to kick your ass to make my woman happy?”
