Free Charlie's Heart: MC Romance (Burning Bastards MC Book 3) by Ryder Dane Page A

and lord it over anyone unlucky enough to be dragged in front of you? He’ll do it, because that’s the kind of man he is.
    “Now is where I say thank you for helping with Pressley, I’m going to the hospital and kick the first motherfucker who refuses to let me see him in the goddamned head.”

    Selma knew the man didn’t like her, in fact she understood his dislike very plainly, but this had nothing to do with her call, that’s why she had laid it all out for the man rather than a snippet here and there.
    But when Big Dog finished with his take on Charlie, Selma shut her opened mouth. She knew the big man wasn’t happy about Charlie’s decision to change his lifestyle and looks. It was way beyond anything she’d previously considered. It appeared that she had some serious decisions to make too. From the way Charlie had spoken and acted about the change, she knew he was doing his best to adjust, and she thought he was beginning to enjoy talking to people who weren’t affiliated with the club. He even watched a few chick flicks with her and let her cry on his shoulder during the sad parts.
    Hearing Big Dog’s take on the situation put the relationship in an entire different light. What kind of woman who loved her man was she? She’d taken all that he had given her and what had she given him in return besides her time and love. “Face it, woman, you didn’t want to see what you’ve done,” she said as she sat waiting for the answers to come to her until the clerk came to inform her that the first cases were entering the courtroom.
    She nearly groaned aloud when she read the first case file. Billy Moon, also known as Mooney, was accused of trespassing for the second time at the local pancake house, he refused to leave when they asked him for the third time to stop going into the ladies bathroom. He had small mirrors glued to the tops of his shoes, and would hide in the stalls until an unsuspecting woman would need to relieve herself. His foot would slide under the stall partitions and hoped to gain a peek-a-boo shot at the lady. The last woman had taken umbrage at his perving and waited until he came out. She had beaten him with her purse and stomped on his toes, breaking the mirrors.
    “It’s going to be a long day,” she said out loud to herself as she walked into the courtroom.

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Sheriff Houser got home and busted a new hole in the first wall inside his door. Howard Buel shouldered his way past the seething man and went straight for the cabinet he knew contained the alcoholic beverages, grabbed a tumbler from the cupboard next to it, and walked to the fridge to get some ice for his drink.
    Vince was cussing a blue streak and he waited until his friend ran out of words before handing the glass over to the irate man. The empty glass was shoved back at him, and he looked at the barely melted ice cubes before turning back to replenish his drink.
    “That interfering bitch, why couldn’t she play along, what the hell? We had her cold on this one, if she’d just dismissed the charges, we would have had her and whether she wanted to co-operate later wouldn’t matter. You said she was in love with one of those fuckin’ Bastards. He would strangle her if she let one of the brothers get railroaded. What’s wrong with the stupid whore?”
    Howard was just as pissed as Vince was, but he’d learned long ago to redirect that rage into planning. He mind was imagining ways and means to get them out of the heavy scrutiny of the state people that had been kind enough to notify them that the investigators would be in town before ten in the morning. Judge Selma Pearson would pay. She’d beaten him in the election by over two hundred votes, and that still stuck in his throat. Vince was right, she was a fucking whore.
    “Look, we can weather this, all we need is a better story about the kid and the disappearance of Marlene and Stephanie. The police in Elkhart still have no leads or witnesses around