“What the hell is this? Now, you are speaking for my brother who should be calling me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Scar also said no phones. That you should have quit using that damned phone by now. Get rid of it asap. He plans to cut it off anyhow.” She went on to explain again about how the rest of our gang would be going back with her. Everyone except Cowboy and I. She was no help at all.
“I’m staying, too,” Snakebite cut in.
That only left us and Snakebite to work with the agents that according to her, would be showing up anytime now.
“And we are just supposed to be cooperating, not going to another motel or something?”
“Yes, shits got real.Youare cooperating.” Harlot emphasized the wordyou. Then she about bowled me over. “Word is someone tipped them off that you probably killed your baby.”
In so much shock, I about collapsed again. I caught myself and hung on Snakebite’s neck. He held me up by grabbing my waist.
Harlot went on, “No matter where you go, they’ll be looking for you now. If you come back to Arizona, you’ll be bringing trouble with you. Scar says you stay put and prove your innocence. He thinks that since you have no priors maybe the government can help find your baby. Simple as that.”
That’s when Cowboy showed up.
It hit me like a roller derby elbow in the face that I was still in Snakebite’s arms. I was quick enough to tear away before Cowboy punched him in the eye. Snakebitefought back, wrapping his hands around Cowboy’s throat. The men tumbled down the metal stairs, popped up and continued their fight.
Harlot and I watched them fight until Root and Blackjack got between them.
I crossed my arms, watching them trying to get back at each other as the other guys held them back.
Harlot’s hand on her gun, she asked me, “Which one do I shoot?”
“Neither until I find my baby.”
“You’re no fun. Alright. I’m getting out of here. Good luck.”
Good luck was right. Cowboy came toward me with a sick look on his face.
Cowboy
Seeing red, I yelled at her, “What the hell are you doing with that devil?”
“Nothing.” She sounded defensive. She knew how bad it looked, being on the back of his bike in nothing but my long shirt the other day and then in his goddamn arms.
Fuck this. I dared her, “You keep away from him.”
“Okay.” She withered before me and hid her face in her hands. “It’s all a misunderstanding.”
That didn’t make me feel much better. “I’ve been in the slammer three nights, and all I could think about was you being with that devil. I come back to you, and you’re in his fucking arms. How the hell could that be a misunderstanding?”
My body ached from my fight with Snakebite. My knuckles and lip bled too, but seeing her again, my dickswelled in my pants. This couldn’t wait any longer. I took off my belt.
“What are you doing?” She backed into the wall.
Fuck. The look of terror on her face tamed my anger, a little. “I’m not gonna whip you. Is that what you think?” I wasn’t into that shit. Trying to calm myself, I sat on the edge of the bed to take off my boots and socks. My voice steady, I told her, “I’m gonna claim what’s mine.”
“I don’t think so,” she said, making jealousy rise in me again.
My nostrils flaring, I stood and started stripping off my clothes. Taking it over my head, I threw my stinky shirt to the floor. I’d showered this morning, but my old clothes stank. I’d be happy to get them off me.
I couldn’t hide my renewed fury. “Are you mine Darlin’, or are you his?” Undoing my jeans, I pushed them down and stepped out.
“Neither. How’s that,” she sassed.
My boxers were the last to go. “Well, whether you still want it or not, you're gonna be mine. Tonight, Little Lady. You and your body. Mine,” I barked, rage bubbling.
