Page 27 of Hell's Claim

“I will make the hot milk,” Tiny announced, and Sunny paused in layering the meat and looked at him.

“What?”

“Something I always make when I’m having trouble sleeping. A snack and hot milk.”

“Ain’t we a bit old for that?” Sunny demanded.

“Dude, you are an old man. Hot milk is what old men drink.”

“I ain’t fuckin’ old. Shut your mouth!” Sunny exclaimed, outraged.

Tiny chuckled. “You are six years older than me.”

“And you can still shut up! Make me a hot milk, too,” Sunny ordered.

Tiny smirked as he got up and began doing that. A few minutes later, they were eating crammed meat and salad sandwiches and sipping hot milk.

“We never used to eat so good,” Sunny muttered around a mouthful.

“Clio insists on fresh produce every week and keeps everything stocked. They keep going on about hiring a cook, but we can’t seem to keep one. They never last more than a month,” Tiny complained.

“I noticed that. Chance never says why they leave. Is one of the brothers getting handsy?” Sunny asked.

“You’re the lieutenant, one of the top three, you don’t know?” Tiny challenged.

Sunny looked abashed. “This is gonna seem petty, but it’s never occurred to me to ask.”

“They quit for various reasons. Nothing any of us did,” Tiny replied. “Clio’s looking for another cook, as the old ladies are taking it in turns to ensure we have a meal in the evening.”

“They don’t need to be worrying about that.” Sunny felt a bit guilty because he didn’t really bother about shit like that. He should take more interest in that type of stuff.

Tiny took a huge bite of his sandwich and held Sunny’s gaze. “What’s bothering you?”

“Huh?”

“Something’s up. You’re never down here this time of night.”

“And you monitor that?” Sunny teased.

“Dude, I have insomnia. I catch sleep where I can. But that means I’m around a lot down here.”

“Sorry to hear that. You had it long?” Sunny asked, deflecting Tiny’s question.

“Since the war. Our one. This latest war just made shit worse. Now speak, you got woman troubles?”

Sunny shot Tiny a look that made the giant laugh.

“Yeah, thought so. Wanna talk?” Tiny offered.

Tanned legs wrapping around him as he buried his head in her pussy flicked into his head. He heard her gasp his name and stiffened. He recognised that voice.

“Nah. Just got a lot on my mind,” Sunny replied.

“Like a traitor?”

“How the fuck did you know that?” Sunny demanded. “Chance flapping his gums?”

“Dude, I think we’ve all figured that out. You think there’s filth here still. Cherry and Liv haven’t been anywhere near the clubhouse in three and a half years. Which means you are keeping them away for a reason. We aren’t stupid. It didn’t take much working out,” Tiny replied. His eyes held Sunny’s.

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