“You weren’t one of them… It’d be stupid of me not to take him up on his offer to help. We have no other leads on these people. There’s a truce but only until the baby’s back in your arms. Him and Cowboy took a team, went on to track them down.”
Now, not only did I worry for my baby, I was scared for Cowboy.
“You need to come over and stay with us a spell,” Scar said, inviting me to stay with him and Emery in the white house, as they called it.
Nodding my head, I zoned out, going deeper down the rabbit hole. At some point Scar left. I didn’t move. Not until my phone rang.
“Darlin’…” Cowboy—finally.
“Why haven’t you called?”
“No good news to share.”
“So, why are you calling now?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard.”
“Yeah, I heard you all made a deal with the devil. Snakebite has the baby. He’s fooling you all.”
Cowboy disagreed, telling me about all their false leads.
“It’s all misdirection.” I thought about the games Serpentine liked to play. Was Snakebite toying with us? “Anyway, where are you?”
“We’ve set up camp in a crappy motel in Nevada. Snakebite says Teeth has family here in Reno.”
“And you trust him?”
“We’ve already found Jessy.”
“Did she have the baby?”
“No. We’re following her.”
“Did you see her, with your own eyes?”
“No, Hiss spotted her.”
“And you believe that? Snakebite has the baby. I know it.”
“Listen Halley, I don’t trust him, but we’ve got him and his most trusted crew here. He’s here under my watchful eye. Furthermore, Riot and Hawk have gone to infiltrate the Devil’s Den, spy on them. We’ll find the baby.”
So many mixed emotions ran through me. Maybe they would find my baby after all. I felt if Cowboy found out Anarchy was pregnant with his baby, maybe he’d quit looking for mine. Then I worried for Cowboy in general, for just being in the same vicinity of Snakebite and his crew. They’d gut him the first chance they got.
My mind settled.
“I’m coming to Nevada,” I said, determined.
“Halley, don’t… stay…”
I hung up and ignored his constant calls. How many crappy motels in Reno could there be anyway? I’d find him. I’d find my baby.
Needing money, I ran to the clubhouse and took the cash from the bar drawer. A few hundred bucks was chump change to these bikers. But it’d get me where I was going. Next, I searched for any motorcycle with keys in it. Finding one, I hoped the old saying was true. Could I forget how to ride? I started her up from muscle memory, no problem. Guess not. I took off to join Cowboy, hoping I wasn’t too late.
Cowboy
Fuck—If she made it to me alive, I’d kill her. Halley had worried me to death not answering my calls. She didn’t answer until she made it to Reno—It was about damned time. “I’ll come to you.”
“No.” She insisted I wait for her. I sent her my location and waited in the parking lot. Sitting on the curb, I lit a cigarette. I’d picked up the bad habit again since being around the SOS was nerve-racking. On top of that, I shared a smoking room with three of my brothers. When we weren’t following a lead, we’d play poker in the room. Trying to keep our presence in Reno secret, we’d all given up our colors, took off our cuts for the time being. A normie wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a Sons of Satan and an Asphalt God without them, except for the devils being uglier with their split tongues and more aggressive piercings. However, we separated ourselves, working together or not.
