Dev was focused intently on the road as he drove Kaylie home. It had started to drizzle and he wanted to be extra careful. His mind was razor sharp now that things were calmer inside him.

Now that he’d had his woman. Twice. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy him, but it would do for now. At least he didn’t feel like a wild dog ready to rip everything to shreds.

His earlier concern about losing his mojo was gone. Just one night had changed him forever. She was precious. She was his. He had to keep her safe. And he would.

Just like that, she’d tamed him.

Being with Kaylie had made him feel things that surprised the hell out of him. Crazy, protective, ready to do anything to keep her kinds of things. She’d put a spell on him. More than that, she’d woken him up.

He'd known she was special.

He hadn't know how special she would make him feel. He was changing already and he'd just started falling for her. He had wanted her for a long time but loving her, that was different.

Fucking love man.

He didn't even cringe back from the word now, not after she'd given him everything. And she had. She'd held nothing back when she was in his arms.

And he hadn’t held back either.

Being with her was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He finally understood why people believed in all the fairy tale bullshit he'd scorned for so long. Being with Kaylie wasn’t just about getting off. It was about being together with someone so beautiful, so good, that she made him want to be a better man.

He was going to marry her.

WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP

His hands clutched the grips as he did his best not to skid out. He’d been fucking daydreaming. If he had been going faster.. he couldn’t bear to think of what might have happened.

Jesus!

He knew instantly that it was a cop car as the lights came on behind him. The blaring siren sounded like it was less than ten feet away. He pulled over slowly, thinking fast.

Where the hell had they come from?

They must have been waiting in the woods for him to come down this way. But how would they know where he would be? And why were they ambushing him tonight of all nights?

It was a goddamn trap.

He felt Kaylie’s arms tighten around his stomach as he pulled to the side of the road. The thought of her getting mixed up in all of this made a sour feeling in his belly.

This was not good. Not good at all.

He turned off the bike and spoke in a low tone over his shoulder.

"Don't say anything. Don’t even look at him. I’ll take care of this."

He looked back to see that there were two cop cars back there. Great. Officer Grant and Sherifff Dooley were walking toward him with their night sticks swinging.

Shit. He realized he might have to take some licks this time. As long as they didn't touch her, he’d gladly take a beating to protect his woman.

"If they hit me, just get out of the way. Don’t say anything. Keep your head down.”

"What? No-"

"Kaylie, just do what I say damn it! If they take me in, get to the clubhouse. Find Jack and Donnie. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

He grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

“Good.”

"What do we have here, Officer Grant?"

The mocking drawl of Sheriff Dooley filled Devlin with dread. He'd never feared the cops. Not until tonight. For the first time ever, they had real power over him. He had something to lose.

He forced a placid expression on his face.

"How can I help you, Sheriff?"

"Who's that you got with you, Dev?"

He cringed as Grant looked Kaylie over, grinning widely.

"My old lady."

"You don't say. Hey, aren't you the cutie who works down at Mae's?"

He didn't have to turn his head to see if Kaylie was afraid of Grant. He could just feel it. He wanted to kill them for frightening her.

He had to switch their focus off of the terrified girl behind him and back onto him He was the one they wanted. If they so much as laid a hand on her, it would be war.

It was hard to keep the scorn from his voice but he managed it.

"What seems to be the problem, Sheriff?"

"We were looking for you."

"I'm flattered."

"Don't be. We have reason to suspect that you are involved in a felony. The attack of a young woman."

"What?"

"I said, you are being charged with attacking a young woman."

Grant slapped his thigh, still leering at Kaylie. The way he was looking at her left little to the imagination. Devlin felt like his stomach was falling into his boots.

"Oooeeee, she's a looker.”

Grant leaned in close, inspecting Kaylie like she was a piece of meat.

“Nothing like this one though. Such a sweet and pretty little thing to be out with a piece of trash like you.” He grinned widely. “Dev you sure have good taste at least."

"I haven't attacked anyone."

"Well, see, she says you did. And you being who you are, doesn't seem so far fetched. Criminal element and what not."

"When did she say this happened?"

"Last Saturday at the State Fair."

"He was with me."

Dammit. Kaylie wasn’t keeping her mouth shut like he’d told her to. The Sheriff leaned down and peered at Kaylie. Devlin gritted his teeth.

"What's that miss?"

"I said, he couldn't have attacked anyone because he was with me."

The Sheriff gave her an appraising look.

"All day and all night."

"Yes."

"Well, be that as it may, I'm going to have to take him in for questioning. Stand up now Mr. McRae and face the bike."

Devlin closed his eyes and forced himself to comply. The bastards were doing this out of spite. It was scare tactics. He hadn't attacked anyone and they knew it.

He felt the cuffs snap closed around his wrists and turned around.

"We'll bring you back for your bike if the charges are dropped."

"Somebody has to come for Kaylie."

Grant slapped his knee.

"Kaylie! That's it. I knew it. Seems like just yesterday you were underage. How old are you sweetheart?”

“I’m eighteen.”

His grin got even wider.

“You sure look all grown up don't you now, darlin'?"

Sheriff Dooley pulled Devlin away just as Grant put his arm over her shoulders solicitously. She looked scared. He looked her over and grinned maliciously at Devlin.

"Don't worry about a thing, Mr. McRae. I'll see the little darlin home."

He felt rage boiling up inside him as he was pushed into the back of the squad car. If he hadn't of been cuffed he would have killed the man. He still might.

He watched as Kaylie followed Grant to the second car. She made eye contact with him through the window, trying to reassure him. She was trying to be brave but he wasn’t fooled.

"I'll go to the clubhouse! Don't worry!"

He gritted his teeth as Grant opened the passenger side door for Kaylie. At least he wasn't making her ride in the back. But if he touched her…

Devlin leaned his forehead against the padded wall separating him from the front and silently screamed.