Page 29 of Hell's Claim

“You’re all insane,” I objected.

“Maybe, but that Manor was fun. It would be nice to have something of our own, without the networks breathing down our necks about deadlines,” Freddie said.

I rolled my eyes as the woman picked up her bowl and drank the milk from it.

“That remains disgusting,” Harry pointed out.

Freddie shrugged. She didn’t care. “Waste not, want not.”

“I’ll contact Lavender. I know the museums opened this March, but I also know she’s still got a ton of items to value. However, the rooms should all be cleared by now,” I said.

Everyone nodded and finished eating breakfast.

“I’m hitting the pool,” Harry announced and headed outside with Phil and Freddie on his heels.

“If you want a longer break, I can speak to the others,” Jack offered.

“No. I am good. Two weeks of rest and relaxation is what I need. I’m surprised they want to work.”

“They’re not working, though. This is fun for them. No cameras on them, just doing what they love to do, Callie.”

“Fair do, if that’s what you want, I’m okay with it. But remember, we’ve a two-month break. Make the most of it,” I said.

“Are you hitting the pool?” Jack asked as laughter came from the outside.

“Not with those animals in it. I don’t need to be dunked a hundred times. I’m going to hit the shops, I think. There’s a really cool soap and incense shop in town.”

“Enjoy yourself,” Jack replied and headed out.

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I was taking a selfie with a fan when I felt eyes on me. Glancing around, I couldn’t spot anyone. I exchanged a few words and carried on into the shop I’d planned to visit.

“Hi there, are you looking for something in particular or just browsing?” a woman asked, and I turned with a smile.

“Browsing, thank you,” I replied.

“Let me know if you want anything,” she responded, and I nodded. I picked up a basket, and wandering around the shop, I began filling it.

“I think I need another basket,” I said as I approached the woman. She looked at me and chuckled.

“Looks like it. I’ll hold that for you.”

“Thanks.”

After I filled a second basket and paid, I headed out with my bags. When I’d arrived, I parked at the old Hellfire clubhouse, which was now their garage. They also had a carwash and a parking lot there. I’d parked next to the garage and left before anyone had seen me. At the clubhouse was a second garage, one that Fanatic built his designs in. Due to the high costs of the vehicles Fanatic worked on, they’d decided to keep that one close in case of theft.

My understanding was: originally Fanatic’s workshop was supposed to be with the main garage. But as said, when you’re building cars that sell for six figures, you don’t have them open to John Q Public. As I reached my car, I felt like I was being watched again and spun around.

What I saw made my mouth run dry.

Keen eyes watching me as he lounged against a wall, his ankles crossed, and a look on his face I couldn’t describe was the man who haunted my dreams. Sunny. He straightened up and headed towards me.

Fuck. I had not spoken to him in eight months, and looking at him now, it hurt. He had fucked my brains out and given me more orgasms than I’d had in my entire life. And then forgotten he’d done it.

“You good?” Sunny asked as he approached.

“Yeah, just shopping. We are taking a two-month break, our schedule has been hectic, and we’re close to burnout. I thought I’d buy some scented stuff as I love the things that woman makes. Are you okay?”

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