Nova: Silver Saints MC by Fiona Davenport (red scrolls of magic txt) 📗

I didn’t want to deal with cleaning blood off the leather. “I’m gonna take it out of your body. Piece by piece.”

Chad whimpered like a little bitch and began to beg for mercy.

“Would you have shown Rylee any mercy if she’d begged you not to sell her to the mob? Before you answer, lying will put your tongue at the top of the repayment plan.”

“Rylee?” he whispered.

“Gotta say, though, I’m grateful you’re a fucking piece of shit because it brought Rylee to me.” I held out my hand, and Merrick placed a wicked sharp blade in my palm. “Unfortunately for you, it’s the piece of shit I’m focusing on and not the gratitude. Guess I’m just not the forgiving type.”

I walked forward and—

“Nova! Did you hear me?”

Patriot’s voice snapped me out of my memories, and my reflexes kicked in to catch the package he threw at me before it hit me in the face.

“Nice catch,” he jibed with a ridiculous grin.

“We’ll try catching your face with my fist next time,” I growled.

My phone was still in my hand, and I quickly wiped the text from Merrick that had caused my reminiscence. All it said was, “Done.” The rest of the worry that had been weighing me down disappeared with that one word. I’d rid myself of most of it once I’d spent thirty minutes with Chad. But now that was behind us, and Rylee and I could move on completely.

I glanced at the return address and grinned. Perfect timing. “Be back in ten!” I shouted to Patriot as I jogged to the door. Thinking about what was in my hands, though, I popped my head back in and yelled, “Make it an hour!”

Then I hustled my ass to the garage where Rylee was helping Dom pull the engine on a 1950s era Bel Air.

“Stealing my girl for an hour,” I told Dom before scooping Rylee into my arms and heading to the clubhouse.

“Nova!” she protested. “I’m working.”

“Lunchtime,” I grunted as I took the stairs two at a time.

“It’s three in the afternoon,” she muttered dryly. She knew exactly what was happening, and by now, she’d learned there’d be no changing my mind.

“I have a present for you.”

Rylee lit up and grinned, her green eyes dancing merrily. “A present?”

My girl loved surprises and presents. It was cute as hell.

Once we were in our room, I set her on her feet and began tearing off her clothes. When she was naked, except for her ring, she turned to crawl on the bed, but I stopped her with a hand on her hip. “Stay, angel.”

I opened the package and withdrew the brand new leather vest I’d ordered the day after I brought Rylee to the compound. I flipped it around to show her the back, and she gasped in delight.

Stitched on the top was “Property of,” then the Silver Saints MC logo, and “Nova” underneath. “Turn around,” I commanded in a gruff voice. I’d been dreaming of this from the moment I first saw Rylee’s picture, and now that this moment was here, I was fighting hard for control.

She pivoted obediently, and I slipped the cut up her arms and settled it on her shoulders before guiding her back to face me.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “Been dying to see you in nothing but my ring and property patch.”

“Well?” she asked as she held the vest together and struck a pinup pose.

“Get on the bed, angel,” I gritted out. “I’m gonna fuck you just like this. Then I’m gonna flip you over and fuck you while I stare at my brand.”

Rylee didn’t hesitate, and I licked my lips as I watched her big tits bounce under the cut as she moved to the center of the bed on her knees. My eyes dropped to her soft belly, and my already hard cock swelled to the point of pain, knowing our baby was growing in there.

“Well?” she said impatiently, her heated eyes dragging up my body.

I didn’t make her wait any longer.

“I don’t know how I’m going to finish this,” I groaned as my eyes once again strayed to my wife’s plump, glistening folds.

“It was your idea,” she responded breathlessly.

The sound of her rapid breathing drew my eyes up to her tits, peeking out between the gap in her vest. They’d grown bigger during her pregnancy, and now that she was breastfeeding, they were even more tempting.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to refocus on my task and dabbed at the ink on her skin before turning my tattoo pen back on. I was almost done. Almost done.

I didn’t know what the fuck I’d been thinking when I decided Rylee should be wearing nothing but her old lady vest while I put a tattoo just above her pussy.

The fact that she’d agreed to it in the first place had shocked me, but from that second on, all I could think about was the night I gave her the cut. Now, I was dying to see her wearing nothing but my ring and property patch on her back and her pussy. So, I figured I’d see it faster if that was all she wore while I inked my brand on her skin.

But it had been a fuck of a lot harder than I’d thought to concentrate on my art when my wife was laid out on my table like an offering. Just begging to be feasted on.

Finally, I was done. I breathed a huge sigh of relief as I shut off the equipment. Then I pushed to my feet and stood back to admire my handiwork.

“Never seen anything so fucking gorgeous,” I growled.

Before I did anything stupid, I quickly slathered the tattoo with Vaseline and covered it with a bandage. Clutching to my control, I grabbed Rylee’s loose sweatpants and turned to help her put them on.

I froze when I saw her propped up on her elbows, the sides of her vest pushed away, baring her sexy tits, and her legs wide open.

“I’m not sore