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“Please,” she whispered, her thighs falling open to make more room for my big body.

“You want to come, baby? You want to feel me shooting hot come deep inside you?”

“Yes, you know that I do.”

Knowing what she wanted, I rubbed two fingers through her pussy lips to reach her clit.

“Your pretty kitty is all mine now, Riley.” I said in a voice meant for seduction.

“Yours,” she agreed. That kind of dedication deserved a reward, so I started making love to her all over again.

Her nails scratched my back, likely leaving trails. I would wear them proudly as a sign of our love.

My own orgasm came out of nowhere and blew me away.

Riley was with me, matching me thrust for thrust, making me believe there were happily ever afters for guys like me.

And when it was done, I didn’t let go. We just lay there in each other’s arms enjoying the afterglow. In this moment, I realized something profound. I now had what a good portion of my club brothers had, namely a woman to call my own. I used to be jealous of all the things a good woman brought into their lives. Now, I got to not only enjoy all the good things she brought into my life, but I now had someone to love. Someone looking to me for protection, kindness, and hope. I never knew that men got to experience happily ever afters too.

Chapter 26

Four Months Later

Riley

The courtroom was filled with people from every walk of life. Many of them had given victim impact statements because, come to find out, Slater was a complete ass to everyone and not just me. He’d been doing everything from taking bribes from speeders in return for not writing tickets, to charging local businesses what he called a ‘patrol fee’ to keep their storefronts safe. It came out that he was in cahoots with the owner of Neon Vibes to sell drugs out of the back office, just like I suspected. He’d even traded sex with a sex worker to look the other way when they solicited in his assigned patrol area. It seemed that everyone in Griffinsford turned on him once the word got out that he wasn’t untouchable.

Havoc and I arrived early with Storm and Celt to get prime seating right in the middle of the gallery. I know Havoc had a boner for messing with Slater. He hated the guy. I couldn’t blame him because I did too. Slater was the kind of slimy man that nobody could stand.

Havoc and I held hands—me to keep him calm, and him to give me moral support—because coming here had been harder than I thought. At first, I was looking forward to it, but then I started to worry that I’d lose my mind if they gave him a light sentence or, heaven forbid, he got off scot-free. I didn’t see the latter happening, but it was the wild card playing around in the back of my mind as he seemed untouchable.

Havoc had been acting a little bit off all morning. Hell, it had been more like all week. He wasn’t rude or standoffish with me. He seemed preoccupied or distracted by something. I would sometimes catch him with this faraway look in his eyes, like his mind was miles away even when he was right next to me.

I’ve been telling myself it was sitting through Slater’s trial, seeing and hearing about all the awful things he’s done. I never realized all the different ways a dirty cop could take advantage of the very people he swore to protect. It was sickening in a way. Or maybe he was worried about the sentencing, like I was. Slater would finally be facing justice for stalking me, for the shady deals, the threats, the twisted games. They actually hit Slater and his father with RICO, which meant that most of the evil stuff he did was tried at the same time under the umbrella of organized criminal activity.

And it was all because the Dark Slayers MC had cracked open a whole vault of secrets when they got into his family’s servers. Turns out corruption ran in their blood. His father was a sheriff with his fingerprints all over the same dirty money. They were portrayed as hometown heroes in the local media. It was about time they got some good press. I patted myself on the back in my own mind because that wouldn’t have happened if I’d approved of Havoc’s initial plan of giving them all a dirt nap.

But Havoc’s generalized weirdness lately had sent me spiraling. And I knew exactly why. It was because now the danger was over. All the bad guys were behind bars, so I no longer needed a protector. For the first time since all this started, I was well and truly safe. That meant Havoc had a lot of free time on his hands, enough to start rethinking his relationship with me. I was the woman who helped him when he needed to understand why he messed up so much. I know he saw me as the enemy at first. After we got closer, he became my protector. But now, all that was behind us. I could only hope he hadn’t lost feelings for me somewhere along the line.

The one thing in my favor was that he made me his old lady. He claimed me in every way imaginable. That should mean something, right? The logical side of my brain said we were good, and I should stop worrying so much. The emotional side of my brain was telling me that our love was deep and pure, that I needed him in my life because he was my one. There was also another reason I needed him in my life, I’d missed a period. Okay, I’d missed two and I’d done a test last night. There was no mistaking the results, I was pregnant. On the one hand I was overjoyed, but on the other I was scared of what this could mean to mine and Havoc’s relationship. Especially if he was starting to reconsider things.

All these doubts whispered through the dark corners of my mind, telling me things that might be just my imagination playing tricks on me. I was desperate to tell him about the baby, but I wanted this court case to be over with first.

The judge’s voice cut through my internal worrying. I shoved everything else aside to listen to what he had to say. While I was zoned out, they had brought Slater in and sat him down at the defense table. It was gratifying to see him wearing an orange jumpsuit that said “PRISONER” on the back in bold black letters. He was still acting as arrogant and smug as ever. And that was concerning. It meant that maybe he knew something we didn’t.

His attorney told him to stand, so Slater jumped eagerly to his feet. It was pretty clear that he was hoping for good news.

The judge rifled through some papers for what seemed like a long time while we all waited with bated breath. Finally, Judge Harwood looked directly at Slater and spoke in a stern voice.

“Mr. Slater, you stand before this court convicted of multiple serious offenses including stalking, coercion, bribery, money laundering, conspiracy to commit a felony, and tampering with evidence, along with multiple lesser charges. The prosecutor’s office successfully made a RICO case against you and today you’re here for sentencing.”

Slater just stared at him blandly, almost continuously. I didn’t know what thoughts were running through his head, but anyone could tell he was in a world of trouble.

Judge Harwood continued, “Furthermore, you committed most of these offenses under color of law. In doing so, you violated the sacred trust the public placed in you as an officer of the law. Your self-serving decisions caused irreparable harm to innocent people, including Ms. Riley Dalton, who demonstrated commendable bravery in coming forward despite the danger you posed.”

Shock rolled through my mind that the judge named me out loud when I was only one of many that Slater had hurt.

“After reviewing all the evidence, most especially the incriminating evidence recovered from your family’s private servers, I am inclined to give you the stiffest sentence possible. The information on those servers demonstrated long-term, systemic corruption involving not only yourself but your father, who is also a member of the law enforcement community. In your case, organized criminal activity seems to be the family business.”

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