Page 65 of Siren's Salvation

Cobra shakes his head, a dark grin spreading across his face. "Nah, brother. We'd never do that."

I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

He leans in even closer, his breath hot on my ear.

"Alexa can't have kids," he whispers. "So I wouldn't be shocked if Zane gives the baby to Alexa and Bull, forces Sassy to sign some adoption paperwork or some shit over before he kills 'er."

My blood runs cold.

I struggle to keep my face neutral, but inside, I'm reeling.

This is beyond fucked up.

It's one thing to deal with rival clubs, to fight for territory.

But this?

Using a woman as a goddamn incubator, then tossing her aside like trash?

"Jesus Christ," I mutter, running a hand through my hair.

Cobra leans back, seemingly satisfied with my reaction. "Yeah, it's some heavy shit. But that's the life, brother. Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. And trust me, that baby will be better off without her."

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

My mind is racing, trying to process this new information.

There’s a part of me that thinks this hits too close to home—that this is something my father’s club, the Shotgun Saints MC, would do.

Part of me wants to find a way to help Sassy, to stop this madness.

But another part, the part that's survived this long in the MC world, knows better than to get involved.

I force myself to focus, to think this through logically.

As fucked up as it is, maybe there's a silver lining here.

I can't help but think that Bull and Alexa having a kid might be the best outcome in this shitstorm.

Cobra’s right.

At least the baby would have a chance at a decent life.

"Hey," I say, breaking the silence. "You heard anything about Boomer lately?"

Cobra shakes his head, his lips curling into a smirk. "Nah, but it's only a matter of time before that dipshit surfaces. Why? You thinkin' he might be sniffing around for Sassy?"

I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. "Just figured he might be interested in her whereabouts, you know?"

Cobra lets out a harsh laugh that echoes through the clubhouse. "Boomer? Give a shit about Sassy? You're outta your mind, brother. That bitch is nothing but an easy lay to him."

His words hit me like a punch to the gut.

I've seen some cold shit in my time with clubs, but this casual disregard for human life still manages to shock me.

Cobra leans in, his voice dropping low. "If that asshole cares about anyone, it's Sally. She's got the power, the money. Sassy? She's just convenient pussy. Nothing more."

I nod, swallowing hard against the bile rising in my throat. "Right," I manage to get out. "Makes sense."

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