Free Wanted by the Devil by Joanna Blake, Pincushion Press Page B

he would do to Officer Grant if even one word he'd said was true. And a few things he would do to him just for thinking them. Officer Grant's life was going to get very difficult from here on out. If he'd laid one finger on his woman though… he was in for the beating of a life time.
                  Violence was part of the MC life, but there was a time and a place for it. In this case he couldn't very well beat up an officer of the law, unless Grant didn't know for sure who was doing the beating. A bag over the head after a night out drinking was the easiest way. Hiring out was another. But Devlin wanted to be there. He wanted to hear the crunch when his fist connected with Grants big, fat mouth.
                  Simmering rage didn't come close to what he was feeling. The pot had long since boiled over and now he was just hot metal bouncing around on the stove.
                  Ready to burn someone.
     
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                  Kaylie waited outside her house for her ride. Donnie had called her and said he was coming to pick her up, that Devlin was getting out. She felt elated momentarily before the worries started to set back in. She'd had a lot of time to think the past few days. She was starting to wonder if she'd let her heart get her into a situation she'd regret for the rest of her life.
                  She wasn't sure she was cut out to belong to a biker, let alone the President of the most notorious gang in Northern California. The thought of not being with him cut her deep inside. But the thought of being dragged through the mud over and over again was scaring the heck out of her. Even her mother was concerned, and she'd been firmly on Devlin's side since the beginning.
                  Donnie drove up in an SUV. She hadn't been expecting that. She climbed in and sat there nervously as Donnie turned off the radio and waited for her to put on her seatbelt. She'd dressed conservatively for the occasion in a simple navy dress with a pink cardigan and kitten heeled pumps. Her hair was down and she wore sunglasses. She didn't want Devlin to see the doubt in her eyes.
                  She knew the charges against him were false. He would never hurt a woman and he certainly wouldn't force himself on one. Why would he when every woman he came into contact with melted like butter? Including her.
                  Especially her.
                  The drive to the courthouse in the center of town seemed to last forever. And yet she was so nervous that she wished it took longer. Hours, not minutes. Days.
                  What would she say when she saw him?
     
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                  Devlin stepped out into the sunlight. He'd finally been released on bail after hours of back and forth legal bullshit. His lawyer was still inside threatening to sue the department for harassment if they didn't drop the charges. He shielded his eyes. The bright light hurt his eyes after three days stuck in the dark cell. He was pretty sure they'd chosen the worst cell in the place. It sure didn't smell like it’d been cleaned in the last decade or so.
                  He inhaled deeply as he saw Kaylie climbing out of the SUV across the street. She turned toward the courthouse steps and saw him. They both froze. He took one step, and then another. Suddenly they were running toward each other and he swept her up into his arms.
                  She felt incredible. She smelled incredible. She was there for him after all. He hadn't been sure after everything that happened. He lifted his head to kiss her and tasted salt on her lips.
                  She was crying.
                  "Oh sweetheart don't cry. Please?"
                  She didn't say anything. She just nodded her beautiful head and continued the water works. Devlin put his arm around her