If she wasn’t armed to the teeth, I’d fight her. As it was, I tried to close the door again. “Come on. I’m on therag. There’s no way out. What do you think I’m going to do escape to the sewer?”
“Make it quick.” She let me close the door.
I locked it, knowing that wouldn’t keep her from breaking in if I weren’t fast enough. Stupid bitch didn’t know I had a cell phone on me. I hadn’t taken it to the hotel, but I’d retrieved it and slipped it in my pocket as soon as Snakebite took the baby outside.
In the bathroom, I took the phone that Scar had given me out of my pocket. I didn’t have much time, so I wrote Cowboy a text. I hit send, hoping he’d get it before he got here.
All this would be over. We’d take the baby and run off together.
But the text wouldn’t send. I had no service. I remembered Harlot saying Scar planned to cut off the phone. It was either that or no service in this bathroom. I tried again and again but nothing happened.
Viper knocked on the door.
Hell.
“You fall in?” She jiggled the doorknob like she was going to bust in.
The phone read no service then kept searching for a signal. I left the text right where it was, not sending and took a string of toilet tissue and wrapped the phone up. I hid it behind the trash can.
Lying to Cowboy was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. When he said he loved the baby and me, I about lost it. However, I knew my baby’s life laid in my hands. And I also knew what I’d really name my baby someday when or if, I ever escaped Snakebite.
I’d name him John after our Cowboy.
Cowboy
After Halley killed me, I ran.
But I didn’t run to Arizona, to Anarchy and her bed. It was just like that bitch to never accept my love but screw me over once I quit loving her.
I rode all the way to Louisiana, not knowing how to tell Scar about his sister. I ran home, but not to the club.
I found myself sitting at the Blue Parrot, sipping on whiskey.
Bones was at his bar tonight, behind the bar, too. “Fuck, brother, you look like you’d been eaten and shit out twice. Let me buy you another drink.”
“I’m ready to drink you broke, Brother. Charge my phone, will ya?” I handed it to him, knowing he had a charger behind the bar. It’d gone dead soon after I hit the road.
“So, what happened? I hear you’re attached to Scar’s baby sister now. Supposed to be looking for her baby? Get cold feet, Daddy?”
“Fuck you, Bones, pour me another.”
“You’re drinking so much, I’d think you were back with Anarchy.”
Bones was a talker. I’d forgotten how he never shut up. I told him as much.
He laughed. “Problem is you keep everything inside. I have nothing to hide.” He stretched out his long arms showing off his bones, his skeleton tattooed on the outside. All but on his face. He prized his pretty face.
All the sudden, Bones had two faces.
I had had too many.
Behind him, my phone buzzed. “Give it to me, will you.”
My vision blurred, I checked my texts. Holy Fuck—I had one from Halley of all people. After staring at in disbelief, I discerned, it was sent two days ago after my phone had died. It was written three days ago. Writtenright before she told me she was leaving me to go to with Snakebite.
While you were gone Snakebite trapped me. I have to go with him. I have to lie to you when you come. I don’t want to but for the baby’s sake. Please help. He has the baby outside in the black SUV. I love you.
My inebriated mind tried to make sense of this.
