Safe In His Arms (Motorcycle Club Romance, New Adult Romance): Devil's Riders (Hot Blooded Heroes) by Joanna Blake Page B

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                  "She's resting."
                  "I just want to see her. Is she going to be alright?"
                  "She's okay. He got in some pretty bad licks. You said she got in some too?"
                  "And then some."
                  "She's quite a girl Donnie."
                  "I know Ma."
                  Donnie came into the room she was sleeping it and stood in the doorway. He looked so alone there. She wanted him to come in and hold her.
                  He stepped forward as she sat up, letting the blanket slide off her shoulder.
                  "You're awake."
                  "I wanted to see you."
                  He came over to her and sat on the edge of the bed. She lay back down and let him stroke her hair.
                  "He won't bother you again."
                  "You didn't-"
                  "Shhhhh… no honey I kept my promise. He's going to have a limp for the rest of his life though."
                  She held her arms out and he lay down beside her. They stayed like that as the sun came up.
     

11
                  Donnie woke up with a start. The bed beside him was empty. He sat up and gripped his hand. He'd jacked it up punching that weasel in the face over and over again, making sure to rearrange some of his features. He wouldn't have such an easy time finding women to terrorize looking like that.
                  He stretched and went downstairs. His mother was there. Sally was not.
                  "Where's Sally?"
                  "She headed out a while ago son. Asked which way was town and off she went."
                  "What? You just let her leave?"
                  Donnie knew what she was doing. She was running again. That's what Sally did to protect herself. And now she was running from him. He felt rage and fear welling up inside him.
                  He wasn't going to let her run away this time. She could try, but he was going to catch her. And he was going to keep her. He ran into his house and grabbed something from his kitchen drawer. Then he was running for his bike.
                  "Son wait!"
                  Behind him his mother called out for him but he didn't stop. He couldn't.
                  Donnie was on his bike in two seconds and blazing down the dirt road at full speed. It was a ten minute ride into town and a thirty minute walk. He made it in five. If he could catch up with her he would make her understand that she belonged with now.
                  They belonged together.
                  Donnie cruised past her house but she wasn't there. Then he pulled around to the main drag, scanning the streets for her all the way to Mae's.
                  Nothing.
                  Damn, where the hell had she gone?
                  He pulled the bike over when he finally saw her coming out of the fancy new coffee shop that had just opened on the far side of town. She was wearing her tight jeans and one of his old flannel shirts. He felt his stomach settle back into the place it was supposed to be, and out of his throat, where it had been keeping his heart company.
                  Sally was carrying one of those cardboard take out trays with two large cups in it.
                  She hadn't run. She was just getting coffee.
                  The little addict.
                  He scowled. A man was talking to her. He recognized the guy… It was Jerry, that guy who ran the place where she learned self defense. He'd done a damn good job too. Donnie was about to congratulate him when he saw the way the guy was looking at Sally. She looked annoyed about it too. He was too far to hear