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

in late spring. But he didn't care.
                  He didn't care about anything.
     

6
                  Sally had finally cried herself to sleep a couple of hours before she had to be at the diner for the morning shift. She was working a double for the third time that week. If she was at the diner, she didn't have to think about Donnie.
                  Or Carl.
                  She had hated him before, feared and despised him. But now she was even angrier than she'd been when he hurt her, when he stripped away her self esteem and stole her country music career out from under her boot heels.
                  Now he'd robbed her of Donnie.
                  No, Donnie was just a nickname. His name was Donahue. She didn't even know his real first name. And she was unlikely to ever get a chance to. She's sent him away time and again. There was no way he would want her now.
                  At the diner she was like a shark; in constant motion. If a shark stopped moving it would die. Sally felt the same way. If she stopped moving she'd have to face the mess she'd made of things. She'd have to face the prospect of being alone.
                  Forever.
                  She looked around Mae's after putting the mop away. The place was clean when she'd come in earlier that morning, but now it was cleaner. Spotless even. She sighed. It might be just a diner but she'd miss it when she left town. Mae was always kind to her and had given her a job even without ID or experience. Charlie, the line cook was a sweet older guy. And Kaylie was a real friend.
                  Oh God, Kaylie!
                  With all that was happening with Donnie she'd forgotten all about her friend. At least she'd be in this afternoon so Sally could find out what was going on with her. Maybe she'd made a decision about Devlin and his impromptu proposal.
                  It would be good to talk to a friend. She kept feeling her eye straying to the clock, waiting for Kaylie to start her shift.
     
     
     
     
     
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                  "Throw it!"
                  "Donnie…"
                  "Come on man! Throw the little bastard."
                  "Alright…"
                  Mike the prospect wound up his arm and threw a full beer can. Straight at Donnie's head. Donnie held his fist up and punched the can out of the air, spraying his whole body with beer. He laughed.
                  "Do another one!"
                  "Donnie, man I got to get inside and run the bar. It's starting to get busy in there."
                  Donnie had a moment where he debated pulling rank. Or just beating the shit out of the prospect.
                  "Okay Whisky Beard. But when I come in, I expect chilled tequila in a glass."
                  "Chill the tequila? Or the glass?"
                  "Both man! Jesus."
                  Mike shook his head and walked inside. Donnie looked around for something else to break. He'd been drinking and breaking things for days now. He was almost starting to enjoy himself.
                  Almost.
                  After she'd kicked him out he'd come to the clubhouse. That was five days ago. He hadn't been home since. The guys were all giving him a wide berth. Nice Donnie was gone. Mean Donnie was in full effect.
                  So far he hadn't taken any of the sweet butts up on their constant offers to lay or blow him but he was thinking about it. How would Sally like that? He frowned. She probably wouldn't care but if she did… well, he didn't want to make her feel bad. He didn't really feel like rolling around with one of those skanks anyway. Not after he'd had her sweet perfection in his