Charlie's Heart: MC Romance (Burning Bastards MC Book 3) by Ryder Dane Page A
Authors: Ryder Dane
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in the bed. He took her into his arms and they fell asleep with him running his hand down her thigh where she’d gotten her first tattoo over a year ago. The butterfly was too girly to decorate his arms, but looked sexy as shit on the side of her ass. He was tickled to see that she’d continued to have the tat expanded on until it almost covered her entire thigh and hip. He fell asleep on the thought that he would explore the new additions to the picture with his lips tomorrow.
Chapter Seven
One month later…
Selma was again back in her courtroom presiding over the day’s docket, and had just been handed a file to look at. She looked up toward the prosecuting attorney’s table and saw him with his head close to the local sheriff’s, and they were both staring at her as if daring her to say anything. Opening the file, she was surprised to see Pressley’s name, and he was being charged with kidnapping and sexual assault. There was also a charge of resisting arrest and assault on a police officer. The officer in question happened to be the sheriff himself, and the victim just happened to carry the same last name as the sheriff’s.
As she looked through the paperwork, she noticed there was no victim’s statement, and no witnesses had come forward to substantiate the claims that Sheriff Houser had charged Pressley with. From the looks of him, it also appeared to her that Pressley should have had self-defense training because Houser did not appear to have a scratch on him.
“All right, Attorney Buel, I would like to know what we have here, I see a police report, sworn out by the father of the alleged victim, yet I see nothing more. How am I expected to rule on this without some sort of solid evidence.”
The attorney stepped forward as if to approach the bench without her expressed permission until he caught the look she was giving him, and stopped in his tracks.
“Your Honor, may I approach the bench?” His words were spoken in a sneering manner and that pissed her off even more. She had to keep her composure, but it was hard for her not to charge him with contempt of court right on the spot. The man had been a pain in the ass since the day she took the bench as a judge, and he was still bitter by the defeat she’d handed him. His attitude was what had sank him in the voters’ eyes, and she had just about had enough of his shit.
When he stopped mere inches from the bench, she leaned forward to tell him a few home truths. “I want to know what this arrest is based on, not just a pissed off father’s concerns for his twenty-three-year-old wayward daughter, and I want to know why the prisoner is not in this courtroom while the charges are being levied against him. More importantly, I want to know what makes you believe you can come into this courtroom and speak in such a scathing tone to an elected judge. This is the last time you will speak to me in that manner or I will have you in front of a review panel.”
He was turning red, and she knew he wanted to blast her with words, but he was not going to get the chance to do so.
“Now please answer the question, where is the prisoner, and why isn’t he in the courtroom?”
“He is in the hospital, your Honor, there is a guard on him, but since he hasn’t woken from the time the ambulance brought him in for care, we could not very well bring him in to face the charges.”
She had to swallow the bile in her throat. Charlie loved that boy as if he was his own child, and he was not going to take this news easily.
“Okay, so the prisoner is in a coma, and where is the kidnap victim? I assume you at least have her stashed back at home in a safe place? Since there is no mention of her in this report, and the alleged suspect is in custody, I would like a detailed statement, one you know must be submitted to prove there was actually a crime committed. Do you have something for me to look at?”
He was shaking his head. “No, your Honor, the
Chapter Seven
One month later…
Selma was again back in her courtroom presiding over the day’s docket, and had just been handed a file to look at. She looked up toward the prosecuting attorney’s table and saw him with his head close to the local sheriff’s, and they were both staring at her as if daring her to say anything. Opening the file, she was surprised to see Pressley’s name, and he was being charged with kidnapping and sexual assault. There was also a charge of resisting arrest and assault on a police officer. The officer in question happened to be the sheriff himself, and the victim just happened to carry the same last name as the sheriff’s.
As she looked through the paperwork, she noticed there was no victim’s statement, and no witnesses had come forward to substantiate the claims that Sheriff Houser had charged Pressley with. From the looks of him, it also appeared to her that Pressley should have had self-defense training because Houser did not appear to have a scratch on him.
“All right, Attorney Buel, I would like to know what we have here, I see a police report, sworn out by the father of the alleged victim, yet I see nothing more. How am I expected to rule on this without some sort of solid evidence.”
The attorney stepped forward as if to approach the bench without her expressed permission until he caught the look she was giving him, and stopped in his tracks.
“Your Honor, may I approach the bench?” His words were spoken in a sneering manner and that pissed her off even more. She had to keep her composure, but it was hard for her not to charge him with contempt of court right on the spot. The man had been a pain in the ass since the day she took the bench as a judge, and he was still bitter by the defeat she’d handed him. His attitude was what had sank him in the voters’ eyes, and she had just about had enough of his shit.
When he stopped mere inches from the bench, she leaned forward to tell him a few home truths. “I want to know what this arrest is based on, not just a pissed off father’s concerns for his twenty-three-year-old wayward daughter, and I want to know why the prisoner is not in this courtroom while the charges are being levied against him. More importantly, I want to know what makes you believe you can come into this courtroom and speak in such a scathing tone to an elected judge. This is the last time you will speak to me in that manner or I will have you in front of a review panel.”
He was turning red, and she knew he wanted to blast her with words, but he was not going to get the chance to do so.
“Now please answer the question, where is the prisoner, and why isn’t he in the courtroom?”
“He is in the hospital, your Honor, there is a guard on him, but since he hasn’t woken from the time the ambulance brought him in for care, we could not very well bring him in to face the charges.”
She had to swallow the bile in her throat. Charlie loved that boy as if he was his own child, and he was not going to take this news easily.
“Okay, so the prisoner is in a coma, and where is the kidnap victim? I assume you at least have her stashed back at home in a safe place? Since there is no mention of her in this report, and the alleged suspect is in custody, I would like a detailed statement, one you know must be submitted to prove there was actually a crime committed. Do you have something for me to look at?”
He was shaking his head. “No, your Honor, the
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