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Silver Saints MC: Volume 5, page 1
SILVER SAINTS MC
VOLUME 5
FIONA DAVENPORT
Copyright © 2023 by Fiona Davenport
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CONTENTS
Silver Saints MC
Doc
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Epilogue
Extra Epilogue
Knight
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Epilogue
Extra Epilogue
Cash
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
Epilogue
Extra Epilogue
About the Author
SILVER SAINTS MC
VOLUME 5
The members of the Silver Saints MC are ready to claim their women.
This collection includes the thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth stories in the Silver Saints MC series, plus 3 brand-new epilogues.
Doc: Oakley Collins thought her internship with a county judge was her ticket to getting into a great law school. Instead, it got her talked onto the back of Kendrick “Doc” Lawson’s bike when she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Knight: Shane “Knight” Ballard knew the blonde beauty he saw on the courthouse steps was meant to be his. But with danger looming, the time wasn’t right to claim Kiara Timkins. Not when it could put her safety at risk.
Cash: Cassius “Cash” Gannon wasn’t thrilled to be assigned babysitting duty that required him to head all the way to Aspen to pick up his charge. But then he met Karina Timkins, and he realized she was the light that he needed in his life.
DOC
SILVER SAINTS MC
Oakley Collins thought her internship with a county judge was her ticket to getting into a great law school. Instead, it got her talked onto the back of Kendrick “Doc” Lawson’s bike when she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
As the Silver Saints’ fixer, Doc had a reputation for keeping calm in any situation. Until he stumbled across the beautiful college student while breaking into the judge’s chambers, looking for proof that he was crooked. Then his mission took a backseat to keeping the woman he planned to claim safe.
1
DOC
“Sit,” Jared “Mac” Mackenzie growled as he dropped down onto the big leather chair behind his desk. The president of my MC—the Silver Saints—had called me in for a meeting after dinner.
I sat on the overstuffed couch on the wall next to the door and stretched my legs out, resting them on the coffee table and crossing my ankles. Our VP, Scout, stood next to the prez, leaning his hip on the desk.
“Got a call from Gary Finch,” Scout informed me.
My lips pressed together, and I swallowed a grunt of disgust. Gary Finch was a slimy, unethical lawyer who would serve any master if the ante was high enough. I would’ve been more than happy to slit the asshole’s throat, but he was a necessary evil.
The only honest lawyer willing to work with the MC was on hiatus. Jasper and his wife were in China wading through red tape to adopt a six-year-old boy and his three-year-old sister. There was no telling when they’d be back.
Jasper was a straight arrow, but he saw our complete loyalty to our brothers, how we treated our women, and the respect we had for anyone…until they’d earned our wrath. And he believed in our mission when it came to protecting people, making the scum of the earth disappear, staying away from drugs. So he turned a blind eye to our methods sometimes, along with all the other shit we had our hands in.
However, since he was an honest man, sometimes we were forced to work with fuckers like Gary.
“Rom got picked up two nights ago. Was in Devil’s Jesters territory.”
My jaw hardened at the name of the rival MC. They were known for their mistreatment of their women and being into shady shit. They also had it out for the Silver Saints ever since Patriot stole—and married-–the sister-in-law of one of their citizens.
“Tell me another brother didn’t snatch one of their women,” I growled.
Patriot had saved Erin from being forced to submit to being a Devil’s Jesters’ old lady or a club bunny. According to him, he’d known she was his from the moment he saw her. I didn’t understand it, but I respected his decision. However, making this shit a habit would put us at war, something we’d barely escaped with Patriot’s situation.
“Naw,” Scout answered with a shake of his head. “He was at a diner dropping off a package to a friend who lives in their territory. Police showed up because of a “tip” that he was carrying a stolen weapon. Since he didn’t even have his own registered gun, he gave them permission to search his bike. Found the stolen pistol in one of his saddlebags.”
I snorted. “They really thought he’d just carry it like that, so anyone could find it? Bullshit.”
“Obviously planted,” Mac muttered. “Cops in that territory are terrified of the club members, so they took him in.”
“Security cameras?” This was always one of the first questions I asked when Mac called me in to give me an order. I was the club's fixer. The man who made problems disappear, whether by simply resolving the issue or taking care of business by any means necessary—as long as it was under the radar.
“That’s one of the reasons Gary called. Seems the tapes that covered any angle of his bike were erased.”
“Tapes?” I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back in my chair. Most people used digital recordings these days.
“Yup,” Mac said as he wrote something on a piece of paper, then handed it to me. “Lucky for us, that town is behind the times.”
I nodded and took the slip of paper that had an address written on it. “I’ll get copies and see what Hack can do with them.” He was our resident hacker—one of the best in the world. If anyone could get something off those tapes, he could. “What was the other reason?”
Scout blew out a breath and pushed off the desk to pace. “Somehow, the judge fast-tracked the arraignment and skipped the bail hearing. No clue how he got around it, but Gary barely made it to the courthouse in time since they only contacted him an hour before the hearing yesterday morning.”
“What the fuck?” I snarled. “Why are we just hearing about this now?”
“Cops swear up and down that he refused his phone call.”
My mood darkened, and anger burned in my belly. I wasn’t a sunshine and rainbows type of guy. The girls in the club often called me grumpy. Since it was a pretty accurate description, I just shrugged it off. But the only people who’d seen the truly dark side of me were my brothers. The Silver Saints weren’t Boy Scouts. We lived by our own law, but injustice was something I’d never been able to tolerate—even if it was abusing the criminal justice system.
I wasn’t a tortured soul or anything pussy-ish like that. My childhood had been normal and even a bit boring. But I’d seen enough of the underbelly of the world to be more than a little jaded. Plus, I’d always been a man of few words. It was one of the reasons I’d stopped including a woman in my thoughts about the future. Even if one had actually piqued my interest—which hadn’t happened for a long fucking time—I wasn’t the type to say sweet things and make love to a woman. And what were the chances I’d be as lucky as my brothers and meet a woman who would accept my lifestyle and how fucking dirty my hands were?
“Judge gave the lawyers less than twenty-four hours for discovery, so Gary was scrambling, which was why he only just contacted us,” Scout explained acidly. He obviously thought Gary’s excuse was bullshit, and I had no doubt Scout would rough him up a little to make sure it didn’t happen again.
“When is the preliminary hearing?” I asked, wondering how much time I had to get this mess untangled before it went to trial.
Mac slammed a fist on the desktop and shared a look with his VP before facing me once more, his eyes filled with rage. “He produced a document with Rom’s signature that waived his right to the hearing.”
“And he told the lawyers during a sidebar that if this proceeded to trial, Rom would most likely end up with the max prison time,” Scout spat.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I practically shouted. “It’s his first offense of any kind. Rom’s never ha d even so much as a speeding ticket. I don’t give a fuck if the weapon was reported stolen. It’s a misdemeanor at best.”
“I agree, but the judge escalated it to a felony. Suggested a bullshit plea bargain of nine years,” Scout informed me, his expression twisted with disgust. Which I completely understood since the max sentence for this crime was ten years in prison.
My hands balled into fists, making my knuckles crack. “Let me guess, he also had proof that Rom confessed.”
Mac nodded. “Yup, it’s supposedly why he denied him bail.”
I shook my head in disbelief. “This can’t all be the Devil’s Jesters. They don’t have this much pull.”
Running a hand over his beard, Mac grunted in frustration. “Gary thinks the judge is on the take.”
Scout rolled his eyes. “He’d know all about that.”
Yeah, Gary wasn’t loyal to us for any other reason than we paid him a fuck ton of money for it.
Scout handed me another paper, this one with all the information they had on the crooked judge.
“Trial?” I asked.
“Next fucking week,” Mac growled. “Don’t know who this motherfucker is banging to be able to skirt the rules, but we need to find out.”
“You need me to find proof that he’s taking bribes?” I clarified. “And that the documents were forged?”
“And prove Rom’s innocence,” Mac added.
“Done.”
2
OAKLEY
Pulling the throw blanket over my lap, I adjusted my glasses and aimed the remote control at my television as I settled into the corner of my couch. Then I stretched my legs out on the cushions next to me and scrolled through the options on my favorite streaming service. Snowball, my Persian cat, curled up on my lap with a purr.
As a sophomore in college, I should have more exciting things to do on a Friday night than watch shows with my cat. I’d overheard a couple of girls in my ethics class talking about a big party at one of the frats, but that definitely wasn’t my kind of thing. Neither was hanging out in a bar, which I couldn’t even get into since I wasn’t old enough and didn’t have a fake ID. Since I was already a week ahead on my homework, I didn’t need to hang out at the library like usual.
Instead, I planned to catch up on a few of the newly released shows I had missed out on because I’d been too busy studying for a couple of exams over the past two weeks. Now that they were done—and I had aced them—I was looking forward to getting a little rest and relaxation this weekend.
After selecting a reality dating show about people who fall in love and get engaged before they actually see each other, I set the remote control on the side table. I was hoping the third season was as entertaining as the two that had come before it and planned to devour all twelve episodes before tomorrow night, even though it would take a dozen hours.
I grabbed the big bowl of popcorn I’d made and placed it next to Snowball. He flicked his tail in annoyance, so I stroked his back with one hand while I plucked a few buttery kernels with the other. Settling in to watch the first episode, I was quickly pulled into the newest season. I was trying to figure out who all was going to pair up when my cell phone vibrated.
Although I wasn’t expecting anyone to call—my mom touched base with me on Sunday mornings—I had silenced my ringer so I wasn’t bothered by any other notifications. My curiosity got the better of me. I brushed my bangs out of my face and pushed my glasses up my nose, then glanced over at the screen, quickly wishing that I hadn’t.
If it had been anyone other than my direct advisor for my internship calling, I could have ignored my phone. Instead, I paused the show just as it was starting to get good and answered. “Hello.”
“Oakley? It’s Miss Stuchy.”
“Yes?”
Her voice was impatient as she said, “I need you to go into the office and make three copies of the Tinley file.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now,” she snapped.
My brows drew together as I lifted my bowl of popcorn off my lap to set it back on the table. Having worked with Victoria—who insisted I call her Miss Stuchy even though we’d been working together ever since I started my internship two months ago—I knew she wasn’t the kind of person who accepted excuses for anything. Even reasonable ones. “Does it have to be tonight? It’ll be easier for me to pop into the office in the morning.”
“Do you think I would’ve wasted time on my Friday night calling you if it wasn’t necessary for this to be taken care of right away?”
I barely held back my retort about how she didn’t seem to have any issue with me missing out on my Friday night. I didn’t have any hot plans besides watching television with my cat, but she had no way of knowing that I didn’t have a life outside of school and my internship.
“No, probably not.”
“Definitely not,” she corrected. “Judge Timkins needs those copies first thing tomorrow morning, and I can’t trust that you’ll get this done in time unless you go in right now.”
Her explanation didn’t make any sense. Court wasn’t open during the weekend, and the judge normally cut out early on Fridays. When I’d gotten the internship, I had been excited at the opportunity to learn from someone who had snagged a seat on the bench. I was studying pre-law with the hope to get into a prestigious law school after graduation.
At least the internship looked good on paper. It would still increase my odds of landing a clerkship once I reached that point in my education, which meant I couldn’t risk getting fired. That wouldn’t only blow my shot at a clerkship…it could ruin my chances of attending a decent law school. I couldn’t let that happen when all of my future plans hinged on it.
“How will I get into the office?” I asked. “The courthouse is closed until Monday morning.”
“Just because the courthouse is closed doesn’t mean it’s empty. There’s still a security guard on duty. I’ll call and ask him to let you inside so he’s expecting you. Don’t dawdle.”
“I’ll head over right away,” I assured her. “Should I let you know when it’s done?”
“And interrupt my Friday night even more?” she scoffed. “Absolutely not.”
“Alrighty then,” I mumbled when she ended the call without saying goodbye or thanking me for running this errand outside of the hours I was assigned to work. Although I was the lowest person on the office hierarchy, mine was an unpaid internship. The least she could’ve done was call someone who would earn time and a half for going into the office on a Friday night.
I shifted Snowball off my lap to set him on the floor, and he let out a plaintive meow. “Sorry, buddy. It looks as though Mommy has to go to work for a little bit.”
Getting to my feet, I padded over to my closet and switched out of my cozy pajamas and into a slightly less comfortable outfit of black leggings with a black sweatshirt pulled over a gray T-shirt. Then I dumped the unpopped kernels out of the bowl and rinsed the butter and salt out of the bottom. Once that was done, I shoved my feet into my shoes and grabbed a bottle of water.
As I gathered my purse and keys, Snowball wound around my legs with a meow. Bending over, I picked him up to cradle his furry body against my chest. I gave him a scratch behind his ear and headed into the kitchen to grab his favorite treats. Pouring a couple into my palm, I moved my hand under his mouth so he could nibble on them. “There you go. Don’t be too mad at me. I wish I was still cuddled up with you on the couch, too.”
