Page 53 of Cowboy, Take Me


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“The Sons of Satan MC, that’s where I belong. Don’t call me Halley, either. I’m Star now. Spawn, he’ll inherit the club one day.”

“Who?”

“The baby. Snakebite… we’ve named him. Spawn, don’t you think that’s fitting?”

“No… Hell, no. I thought. I thought you were mine. I thought when I found the baby, maybe you’d name him John, after me.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’d thought so, too.” Then she got louder. She totally changed like maybe she was crazy. “That was before I found out you killed that little girl,” she shouted, confirming my fears.

She moved to walk out the door.

“Can I at least see him before you leave?”

“Do you think I would want you, a child murderer around my baby? I’m sorry you’ve grown so attached. Go back to Arizona. There’s another woman and child waiting for you there.”

She left. I just let her leave. I watched her and Snakebite drive away. What was I supposed to do?

Halley

I couldn’t stop crying when I got in the car with Snakebite.

Last night

Snakebite knocked on my hotel room door like he had so many times before. I stepped out to have a smoke. My nerves were shot.

“I’m taking it you asked him about little Betty.”

“I did. And he’s gone. He’s not been back.”

“Long gone?”

“No, he’ll be back.” I hoped. As hurt as I was, I wanted him to come back.

“You want him back?”

“That’s…”

“None of my beeswax. I know. I know. I have some news too about our baby.”

“What?”

“I found him. He’s back in my hotel room.”

“You’re serious.” I couldn’t believe it. And I couldn’t trust him.

Snakebite grinned like the devil he was.

“What did you do?”

“Come and see him. We’ll talk.”

Knowing he had my baby with Cowboy nowhere to be found, I had no choice but to climb on the back of his chopper. At a better hotel way across town, Snakebite and I rode the elevator up to the fifth floor. When he opened the door, I saw the little guy. Snakebite did have my baby. Well, not just him. A woman held him, Viper, I decided right away although I hadn’t seen her in years.

I went for him.

She put him in my arms, saying, “We’ve named him, Spawn.”

I snorted. “I don’t think so.” Then it dawned on me. “You’ve had him this whole time?”