Biker's Virgin

Devon dropped his eyes from my face and suddenly became very interested in his shoes.

“Devon?” I asked.

“This was inevitable,” Devon told me. “Each side was looking for a reason to break the truce.”

“And I’ve just given everyone the reason they were looking for,” I breathed.

Devon sighed. “Time will tell.”

Chapter Nine

Zack

“Who’s the informant?” I asked.

“Fred Gallagher,” Devon replied, as he got into the passenger’s seat.

“Seriously?”

“He was the only one who came forward and was willing to meet you.”

“He’s unreliable,” I scoffed. “And that sorry excuse of a bar he runs is a front.”

“I’m aware, but he wants to talk to you,” Devon said. “What was I supposed to do? And we have to start somewhere.”

“Where are we meeting?” I asked.

“Where else?”

“Fuck,” I rolled my eyes, as I started driving in the direction of the Horse’s Ass.

“So… how’s training going with Mila?” Devon asked.

I didn’t take my eyes off the road. “Fine,” I said, shortly.

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been riding her a bit hard.”

“Not as hard as I would like,” I replied suggestively.

I saw Devon’s eyes flash, and his tone hardened as he spoke. “She’s been through some shit, man,” he said. “You might want to take that into consideration when—”

“When what?”

“When you’re messing with her,” Devon finished.

“What makes you think I’m messing with her?” I asked.

“Come on,” Devon said. “I’ve seen the way you look at Mila. It’s obvious every time you’re in the same room as she is.”

“What’s obvious?” I said defensively.

Devon refused to answer my question. “She’s not your type in any case.”

“Oh, and you know my type, do you?” I asked.

“All I know is that Mila’s not it,” Devon said. “She’s sensitive…and innocent.”

“I don’t know if she would appreciate you saying that about her.”