Page 25 of Hell's Claim

“Yeah. Kid stepped aside for Grey to claim Willow and then made Grey a close friend. I’ve got doubts Fanatic will make a move on her because of his love for his dead brother,” Chance admitted.

“Gotta have faith, brother,” Sunny replied.

“You think shit will happen?” Chance asked, surprised.

“Willow is too young to be alone for the rest of her life. And love has a way of happening when you least expect it.”

Chance regarded him shrewdly. “Something you want to inform me about?”

A woman’s toned body flashed into Sunny’s mind, a soft sigh and then a cry of his name. “No.”

“Sure?”

“Ain’t got no woman. I like Chatter’s old way of doing things, keep it simple and short.”

“That worked until Chatter murdered a doll and fell for a doll maker and valuer,” Chance said, chuckling.

“Only Chatter would fall for someone who worked with dolls.” Sunny shook his head in disbelief.

“Brother’s fucked in the head. That’s for sure. But they’re happy. About time you settled down,” Chance replied directly.

Sunny was startled. “Nah, too old, bro.”

Chance laughed. “Fuck off. Age does not mean a thing. You’ll find someone. She will be sweet and fiery, calm and passionate, she’ll take you to extremes you don’t know about.”

“You know something I don’t?” Sunny demanded. Had Chance seen the woman he’d spent the night with all those weeks ago?

“Nah. Just had faith that all my brothers, even the asshole ones, will find happiness,” Chance said and turned his head.

“Daddy!” Louisa Mae squealed as she rushed towards him. Olivia was on her heels, Chance’s daughter.

“We best refer to my Olivia as Liv,” Sunny suggested as the little girls reached Chance and stared at him with total adoration.

Chance swung down and picked them both up.

“That would help. When is Liv coming by?”

“Your guess is as good as mine. She is taking extra classes, so I won’t be seeing her for a while. But she’s doing great,” Sunny said. Habit made him offer as little information as possible. Liv would always be protected.

“How’s Cherry?” Chance asked, his eyes firmly focused on Sunny.

“Mom’s fine. Don’t ask me what she’s up to because I do not have a clue. Last thing I heard was Pilates and Salsa dancing,” Sunny replied.

“Sounds like her, she never liked being alone or idle.”

“Mom’s been alone since Bullet’s death. If she’s had a relationship, it’s one I’ve no clue about. Says nobody could live up to Bullet, and she’s not going to look,” Sunny stated.

Chance momentarily saddened. “Bullet was a good man.”

“You honour him and the others. That’s all that matters.” Sunny nodded towards the wall where the cuts of Hellfire’s fallen were framed. Only the greats were on that wall, not the drugged-up assholes. Whiskey, Chaser, Bullet, Slash, and Engima, plus two old lady cuts, Willa and Amy. Their cuts had been hauled out of the wreckage of the old clubhouse.

They hung next to photos of them, all having a good time. There were even pictures of the children who’d been so brutally murdered. Clio had once had a pink fit at the number of photos scattered around and had scanned them all into a laptop before putting most away. It was a lucky foresight by her. It allowed Hellfire to keep hold of the positive memories.

“They deserve to be remembered,” Chance replied.

Sunny nodded. Pain shone in both their eyes. The night Whiskey and Chaser had died had been when he’d lost Julie at the same time. Sunny had been reeling from her death and then theirs. That had been when Chance finally pulled the trigger.

“Say it,” Chance demanded, and Sunny held his eyes.

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