“Come inside me, Devon.”
“Oh God.”
Dropping his head back, he moved faster. Every thrust brought him closer, straining his muscles until he snapped. When he stilled, he was buried deep inside Chloe with a death grip on her hips.
He leaned forward to kiss her. “You’re amazing.”
“Now I can cross that off my list,” she said with a giggle.
And so could he.
Chapter Thirty-Two
For five straight weeks, Devon sat in the same chair four days a week. He hated that chair and everything it symbolized. It was hard and uncomfortable, and it took him away from what and who he loved. He listened to each side argue why Vince Buckley should or shouldn't be sent to prison. He listened to Vince’s testimony that he had acted out of panic when he realized he’d injured Hailey. He thought she was dead, and he didn’t know what to do. He’d just found out Anna was pregnant, and he needed to be there for her and the baby.
Regardless of what he said, Devon knew something was fundamentally wrong with the man he used to treat like a brother. Nobody had an acceptable excuse for injuring a little girl and not finding help. Luckily, the jury agreed.
The frustration and pain of sitting through the trial was worth it, if only to be there the day he was found guilty of all charges. It was worth it to see the look on his face when he was sentenced the following week. He would never again see the light of day except through prison bars like a trapped animal.
It was especially worth it to know it was finally over. Devon stood with Chloe at his side and allowed the bailiff to lead them to the holding cells in the back of the courthouse. He just needed to see him behind bars one time, and then he could move on with his life.
They stopped in front of what Devon liked to think of as Vince’s cage.
He turned to look at the two of them and sneered. “Couldn't stay away, could you?”
Devon folded his arms across his chest. “I wanted to get a look at you in what’s now your natural habitat.”
Vince scoffed. “I’ll get out.”
“No, you won’t,” Chloe said with a humorless laugh.
“What do you know?”
Chloe whipped a hand through the bars and grabbed the front of his jumpsuit, pulling him forward quickly enough to rap his face against the bars. “I know you’re a piece of shit.” She let go and stepped back, casually leaning on the wall behind her.
Vince cupped his hands over his bleeding face. “Fuck you, bitch! Fuck both of you!”
