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I rolled my eyes and grinned as I climbed out.

I slept better than I had in ages, and true to her word, Maelyn had the pictures ready bright and early. She even brought them over, so I didn’t have to walk.

“You – have– to see these.”

“Oh, God. I don’t want to see them.” I reached out and blocked her from sliding them completely out of the package.

“Yeah. Definitely, don’t want to see any more.” I laughed when the rounded part of my hip and the tail end of a fat, lime-green motorcycle flashed from what I could see. “I’ll chicken out. I won’t send ‘em.”

I knew I wouldn’t. I was already reconsidering. “Just, put them in the mail for me… at the post office?”

She eagerly nodded and I found a big yellow envelope and started scribbling on the front of it.

Chapter Twenty

Staring Death in the Eyes

Menace

I wasn’t expecting another bundle, and I certainly wasn’t expecting those pictures.

Goddamn.

That was not the high school girl that I remembered. Sammy Nash had grown into a woman. A fine, tan, toned specimen of a woman. The sight of her shapely legs and that skirt had me standing in front of the window, gliding my fingertips along the length of my twitching cock as it rapidly began to thicken.

That picture was nothing short of art. A masterpiece. Her ass was poked out in a silent offering and all that gorgeous brown hair was sprawling down her shoulder as she peeked over it, looking like something I should be getting a hold of.

And get ahold of I did, I forget myself entirely and was rolling precum around the head of my cock with a gentle, “Fuck,” trapped on my lips.

“Inmate,” Larissa cooed.

I winced against the sound, jerked my hands out of my pants and held the pictures in front of my crotch so she wouldn’t see how tented I was.

“What?” I huffed.

“Your lawyer is here for a visit.”

Fuck!

“I– I don’t have a lawyer.”

“Public defender.” Shetapped her fingernails against the bars, and I let out a frustrated huff. I turned, stalling as I pretended to look for somewhere to set the package.

She laughed and started down the hall.

“Get yourself together, I need to grab another set of cuffs.”

I glanced down for one last peek at the picture and was hit with a sudden hot rush of feelings. The first glance at the picture had been all about her, but now that I was looking at it, that bike was familiar as fuck.

“That’s Griz’s.” I realized what that hot rush was as it exploded into jealousy and rage.

What the hell was she doing bending over another Savage’s bike?

“Ready?” Larissa cheerfully chirped.

The tone alone made me want to hurl the pictures at her, but I knew they weren’t heavy enough to do anything besides bring me restrictions.

She came back swinging a set of cuffs around her finger and I backed up to the bars and let her do what she had to. The less she saw of my eyes and expression, the better.

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