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“I want to see my baby. Get him.”
“No.”
“Cal is here,” Maverick says from behind me.
I nod to him, keeping my focus on the biological mother of my child.
“Leslie, the sheriff is here; he is going to take you some place where you can get help,” I tell her.
Her eyes go wide at the mention of the sheriff.
“NO. YOU WILL NOT SEND ME TO JAIL. I NEED HIM.”
“Why do you need him?”
She falters as she realizes that she said that. Something settles in my gut like a lead balloon. I step closer to her.
“Son.” My father’s voice is deep, full of warning, but I keep going.
“What do you mean, you need him?” She shakes her head vigorously. “TELL ME.”
“I need the money. He said he would kill me if I didn’t pay him.” Her voice is almost a whisper.
It dawns on me what she is fucking saying.
I am the happy-go-lucky member of the club. I like joking around, making tense situations light again by cracking jokes and just being me, but right now, I want to wrap my hands around her throat and strangle her until the life drains from her eyes.
“YOU WERE SELLING MY SON?” I bellow at her, making her jump.
Good; she should feel fear from me. Arms grip my biceps, holding me back as I try to step closer.
She wraps her arms around her tiny waist due to all the weight she’s lost, but I couldn’t give a flying fuck about her right now. She deserves all the fucking suffering she is going through because she was going to sell my son for fucking drugs.
“YOU CUNT,” I growl. “I will end you.”
“Cool it, Son.”
I see red when I look at her. I see her dying a painful slow death for what she wanted to do. Fuck me, some people should never be parents. Her tiny body shakes but I have no care for her.
Needing to calm myself down, I breathe in deeply, closing my eyes, picturing Kane with Kady. Knowing he is safe with my Ol’ Lady, my anger slips a little, just enough for me to see straight.
“I am good. Let me go,” I say to Jack and Lennox.
“I fucking pity you. I was grateful that you gave him to me, I had hopes that you were off trying to get better, but no, all you thought of was your next fix.”
“Thanks for coming, Sheriff.” Leslie’s head snaps up, looking behind her.
She tries to make a run for it, but Cal catches her, the gun clattering to the ground, Maverick picking it up and tucking it into the waistband of his jeans.
“No, you can’t take me. He is my son. I want my son,” she screams, crying for Kane.
She looks fucking insane, her once shiny blonde hair flopping around in disarray with her jerky movements.
She is led to the car by one of the deputies and locked in the back. Cal walks over to us, shaking Magnum’s hand, then kisses Maverick on the lips.
“We will take her in, see if we can get her into a program,” he offers. “Not saying she will want to go or if she will stay, but it is worth a try.”
Looking to me he says, “Do you want to press charges?”
