Page 1 of The Crowing of Hell
Prologue.
March 2022 - Eighteen Months after Rooster’s amputation.
“I’m not having a cripple as my baby daddy,” Sadie sneered.
Rooster reared back, hurt, but he wouldn’t let it show. “Happy enough fuckin’ one, though.”
“You were a pity fuck. I can say I served my country,” Sadie retorted as she studied her nails.
Rooster wanted to slap the disinterested look off Sadie’s face, but he’d not hit a woman yet and didn’t plan to start now. Especially as Sadie claimed she was pregnant with his baby.
“What do you want? You can’t imagine I’m gonna let you walk out of here with my kid,” Rooster stated calmly.
“All I want is the money to raise this child. I’m accustomed to a certain lifestyle, and you’re going to provide us both with it. Otherwise, I’ll be seeing you in court,” Sadie announced.
“Try it, bitch,” Chance growled from behind them.
Sadie spun around, but Rooster didn’t move a muscle.
“Rooster is on disability. Ain’t no judge gonna take more than a few bucks to feed your skanky ass,” Chance continued.
“Liar! Rooster is the club secretary, and I’m aware he’s been here every day,” Sadie declared.
Rooster began to smile. “Sorry, babe, did you think I was working? I was chilling with my brothers.”
“I’ll take you to court!” Sadie almost shrieked.
“Do it! And they can go through my finances. I own my truck, bike, and house outright. They were paid off when I had two legs. Since the explosion, I’ve been on disability. See, Chance here didn’t trust how fast your ass latched on, so Chance made sure to protect me. Been fuckin’ you gloved for six months, and you’re knocked up? What happened to being on the pill, bitch?”
“It failed as did condoms, obviously. I’m eight weeks pregnant,” Sadie sneered.
“Yeah, shame, ain’t it? But you won’t get shit from me. No judge will make me sell my home when I’m disabled and got three young boys. You played your cards wrong, bitch. Should have stayed nice and sweet and waited. Instead, you got impatient,” Rooster said, sitting back with his arms folded.
Sadie’s face twisted into one of hurt.
Not that Rooster cared, he didn’t. Rooster had known the minute she latched onto him six months ago, that she’d been after shit. He’d not expected Sadie to trap him into pregnancy. Sadie cared far too much about her figure to lose it. But Rooster recognised her plan; she knew those in Hellfire had money. No, Sadie hurt because her words about him being a pity fuck hit Rooster where he was weak.
Rooster had never been insecure; he was a good-looking man. His body was muscled and well-built—or had been.
Since losing his leg, Rooster had lost weight and muscle tone, and although it was slowly building back up, deep down, he asked, who’d want an amputee? And Sadie had just hit that nerve.
But Rooster was damned if he’d let her know she’d hit the spot. Not a chance in hell.
“You’re gonna pay, one way or another,” Sadie hissed.
“How about I see you in court? Because while you were planning to trap me, Chance had Sunny run a background on you. You’ve been a very naughty girl, Sadie. Unless you want that shit made public, you’ll sign over custody to me. I’ll give you fifty K, and you’ll get the fuck out of our lives and never return,” Rooster snarled.
“One hundred k,” Sadie shot back.
“Fifty, and we’ll burn your file. Or your bosses will have some very interesting reading that’ll end your career for life,” Rooster threatened.
“Fine!” Sadie hissed.
But Rooster didn’t miss the calculation in Sadie’s eyes. The bitch wasn’t done. “Bet your baby comes out a cripple!”
“As long as it ain’t a bitch like you,” Rooster retorted. “Now sit your ass down. We’re gonna discuss what the next seven months of your life are going to be like.”
Chapter One.