It felt damned good—my heart didn’t belong to her anymore. I’d only wanted her pussy last night. It’d be the last damned time I’d give her any, too.
She was kidding herself if she thought I’d forgiven her. It was a damned dirty thing she did, turning me and my brothers into her daddy, the General. We could’ve been killed because of her deceit. Anarchy had broken my heart and used me so many times. After all the times I’d been there to put her heart back together when another man broke it, too. Now that I knew she’d use the relationship we had, my love for her to relay info on my boys and me—Fuck her.
For good measure, before I pulled on my pants, I drew my dick out of my boxers and jerked off, squirting my wad all over her bed and her nude body. She didn’t wake up, either.
Even better.
I got my phone and snapped some pictures.
More than getting mine all night, it felt even better to use her like she’d used me all those years ago. Give her the ride of her life and just leave. There’d be no note. No call. She’d wake up to a hot sticky mess, gone cold.
A hot sticky mess gone cold—that had been our relationship.
I went to find Scar, wanting to ride with him to California to rescue his sister, only to discover our second in command out here in Arizona, Hannibal yanking Scar’s woman, Emery around. He was pulling her kicking and screaming out of the whore Jessy’s room, out of the clubhouse. No match for the likes of him, since I couldn’t open fire, I hid away in the bushes and watched him push the tiny blonde into a long black car that had been waiting up the road. He got inside with her.
Fuck, Hannibal didn’t do anything the General didn’t order. The General had traded Emery to the Mob.
I had to do something. But lo and behold Anarchy had loaned me a bike that wouldn’t start. It fucking figured. Time lost, I wouldn’t be able to catch up with Hannibal and Emery, but I snuck over to his place and took his bike. Hotwired the shiny piece of shit. Hannibal was a fucking chromosexual. I’d be riding on more chrome than Harley. But Bones and I’d talked about our situation after we watched Scar get whipped, deciding I should go help him in California since Bones couldn’t ride with his gunshot wound to the leg. Now, I’d have to go and tell him about Emery, too.
And no one was watching me.
The big bad boys of the mother chapter of the Gods weren’t afraid I’d do anything. I must have been a fucking nobody to them all.I could make my way back to Louisiana at my leisure, the General had said.
He hadn’t given Scar any back up, either. He’d set him up to fail—or worse.
I’d show them all not to underestimate me.
I’d known the way to Halley, having been down this road before. The actual road, and I’d been on a run to rescue Scar’s sister more than once. She was a damned mythical creature we could never find. A fucking Unicorn or Narwhal, or some shit like that, that you’d never see in your life. We’d raided the Sons of Satan’s clubhouse before, years ago to no avail. We’d followed false leads in their little tourist trap town and on the road. We fought and mostly lost. I was beginning to think Halley didn’t exist.
I spent the long road to California not thinking of helping Scar rescue his sister or about Anarchy, that bitch I used to love, but pondering my future in the club. Bones and I’d had a long chat yesterday about taking over the Louisiana chapter. Skeeter had to go, and Bones become president, of course. I had no desire for that kind ofresponsibility, or that kind of target on my back. No, I didn’t want to rule the world. I’d be happy with my own spot on it.
Now, second in command, I could do. It’d leave me plenty of time to find a woman to fill Anarchy’s abandoned place in my heart. I realized, that sounded pretty pathetic. I wish I had some other dream, but all I wanted was a good woman to love me, some good friends, a cold beer and warm bed. I added a new Harley to that list since Anarchy had left mine on the highway when they picked us up by gunpoint. A good woman, good friends, cold beers and whiskey, a warm bed and a new motorcycle. Simple things. Once I had that woman, I planned to devote my entire life to making her happy.
Parking Hannibal’s metal monster about five miles up the road, I made my way to the Devil’s Den crouching behind bushes and trees. When I got close enough to see the lights in the distance, I went to my elbows in the grass like a snake. Sometimes if you want to catch one, you had to become one.
“Halley, come on.”
I froze in the grass at her name, stopped breathing even. It seemed tonight was my lucky night.
Holy fuck, I’d found Halley.
“I can’t,” the girl said, before dropping to her knees, her hands following. Her eyes met mine.
I smiled, trying to show I wasn’t her enemy and put my finger to my lips. Her eyes grew as wide as saucers. Seeing her face, I was sure she was Halley now. She looked like Scar with tannish skin, dark wavy hair but with greenish orange eyes like a leaf changing colors and beautiful as a star lit night. I caught the man by the ankle, knocking him down and was on him in a flash, my hand over his mouth, my blade against his neck. The girl watched silently, still on her knees as if in shock.
The man was Snakebite, Serpentine’s son. He had been sneaking Halley away before Scar even made it here. Snakebite rolled me off him but didn’t fight. He went straight for Halley, picking her up and running the direction I’d come, away from their clubhouse. I chased slowly while digging in my jacket and then screwing my suppressor on my gun. When I was ready, I sped up, running faster than I ever had to get close enough to make the shot. I fired once toward his legs, so I didn’t hit the girl. I watched the figure in the distance fall, dropping Halley.
Damn, I was good.
I jogged over and bent to see if the girl was okay. Bleeding—her clothes were soaked with blood. I hadn’t shot her. I was sure of it. He’d hurt her and by the looks of her, I wasn’t sure if she’d survive a ride to Tucson. I shot Snakebite again, this time in the shoulder. He’d die slowly, way out here hidden in the grass before his brothers found him.
Ignoring his cries of agony, I picked Halley up in a cradle hold. “Halley Darlin’, name’s Cowboy, and I’m taking you away from here.”
In reply, Halley screamed in utter agony, herself. That’s when I noticed her large baby bump. The girl bled, and she was with child.
That was no good.
“I’m having this baby,” she warned me.
