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silently. The deputies didn’t even try to hide what they were doing, hanging out and partying with bikers. Wearing a disguise and keeping himself hidden, he saw a few of them do a little drugs and even manhandle a waitress. All the while he documented it and then transferred it to SkyDrive for safekeeping. He’d give it to Crystal’s friend or the Feds, whoever would do the best job at putting these guys behind bars. Right now, he was antsy from being in one place for too long and from the ache of wanting Crystal.
    God knows why he kissed her. Hell, he practically took her against the wall, but the things he did and said to her was to prove a point and to get her out of the office and away from the motel where it wasn’t safe, but the end result was him falling asleep with a rock-hard cock and visions of getting her naked in his head. Jesus, I need a good fight. Hart took a walk past the Motel Six and walked into the bar with a horseshoe over the door. Everyone cast a glance in his direction. No doubt Skum had made everyone aware of exactly who he was. He pulled up a stool in front of the bar and waited for the action to begin.
    “What are you having, stud?” The waitress looked like she was ridden hard and put away wet.
    Yet Hart smiled at her like she was a diamond in the rough. “I’ll have a Devil’s Cut over ice, dollface.”
    “Oh, you get a double,” she purred. Two seconds later she was back with his drink. “I hope I’ll be seeing you later.”
    Doubtful , Hart thought but kept it to himself. “You never know, honey.”
    She was happy with that and walked away to serve another customer. He could feel the stares and the hair on the back of his neck rose. But nothing happened for a while. He drank another Devil’s Cut and another followed. A good buzz and a good fight would put Crystal right out of his mind. Yeah, right , his subconscious chided. Two more drinks and the voices behind him were getting braver and louder.
    “Hey, Skum, is that the guy you beat up in the motel?” someone yelled.
    Hart laughed. “Is that what he said? Who has the bruises, me or him?”
    One of the men he recognized as a Honeywell deputy came and sat next to him. “You don’t want this, son.”
    Hark chuckled. “You’re obviously younger than me and wet behind the ears. I’m not your son.”
    “All I’m saying is that you got your kicks in with Skum and now you’re setting up to get yourself killed,” the deputy said conversationally.
    “I’m looking at you and thinking ‘where did this kid go wrong’, but from what I’ve seen, you like this life.” Hart took a sip of his drink and then hit the deputy with a cold stare. “You’re going to jail, eventually, and these guys are going to use you like a blowup doll, baby boy. I’m the least of your problems.”
    “You think you’re tough, huh? Go ahead and get yourself killed. We’ll clean up afterward,” the deputy said and walked away.
    “I think I’ll do that,” Hart muttered and nursed his drink.
    The next hand he felt on his shoulder tried to drag him out of his seat. Finally! Hart threw back the last few sips of his Devil’s Cut and whirled around. He ducked the arm that threw the first punch and got a good one under the ribs of his attacker. Two big men forcefully restrained him and Skum came up to him with a swagger in his drunken step.
    “Here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to make you bleed,” Skum said. His breath was foul as he got close to Hart’s face. “Then I’m going to find that sweet piece that runs the motel and have a go at her. I’ll make her kid watch so the little bitch knows what a real man likes…for when she’s older.”
    In the midst of their laughter, Hart saw red and his anger went from slow burn to inferno. He’d make sure they didn’t lay one finger on Crystal or Kaydee even if he had to kill them all himself. Skum didn’t know the line he crossed but Hart was about to show him. They may have his hands