Page 39 of Hell's Claim

Naturally, there was no answer. If he’d received one, Sunny would have died of shock.

“You thought you beat us when you killed Engima, Bullet, and Slash. Stingray wasn’t a loss, he was as dirty as you. But you were wrong. I thrived in the army and had a beautiful daughter and rewarding career. And now I’m back in the club you perverted.

“Hellfire is clean, it’s a wonderful thing. Yeah, I know you’ve got someone in there still, and I’ll find and deal with them. But you’d not recognise the club. It is stronger than before, and Chance is a great president. All you are is a cautionary tale. Shit, you don’t even have a legacy, Zeus. Hellfire has legacies, it has princesses, and it has love and loyalty. Something you never understood.”

Sunny paused and drew in a deep breath. Around him, birds chirped, and the sun shone. It was quiet here and far too beautiful a spot for Zeus to be buried in. He deserved to have been melted in lime.

“Asshole, you’re nothing but a bad memory. One that caused pain and grief to many, but we came through it. Hellfire is so strong no one will break us again. And I stand here knowing I won, and you lost. Motherfucker. You took your best shot, and it wasn’t enough to put me down. How does it feel? Does it make you burn in hell?

“I bet having no legacy hurts even more. There’s nobody to grieve or mourn you. No one who gives a shit that you’re no longer breathing and are worm food. Thought you were something you weren’t, all your attitude and asshole ways. And what’s left? Nothing. Hellfire has nothing of yours except a harsh lesson. Nobody will ever take over the club again like you did,the charter has been amended for that. I hope your evil soul is rotting in hell because that’s where it belongs.”

Sunny grew quiet and looked at the grave. There was nothing to state a body was buried here. Not even a stone marker, Zeus had been left to rot—to be forgotten. Sunny’s head snapped up as he heard movement, and he faded away into the overgrowth. His eyes widened as he saw several uniforms appear.

“What the fuck?” he muttered.

“Are you sure these are the right co-ordinates?” a state trooper asked.

“Yes. These are what were sent to us.”

“Don’t see any sign of a grave,” the first trooper replied.

“I do not imagine we would. It’s been twenty years. We need the cadaver dogs up here,” the park ranger said, turning to the trooper.

Sunny stiffened. What the hell? Quietly and with an ease his bulk belied, Sunny slipped away. He needed to inform Chance now. They had a rat, and the motherfucker had just given state troopers Zeus’s body.

Chance

Chance stared at Sunny in disbelief. “They found Zeus?”

“They are about to dig it up,” Sunny confirmed, looking pissed. “Somebody gave them the coordinates from what I heard.”

“Fuckin’ lucky we bleached the body before burying it,” Chance muttered.

“They’re going to identify it as Zeus. They’ll come here asking questions. You need to move the other bodies,” Sunny insisted.

“Shit.”

“The cops got a tipoff. That means someone here told them. We have a rat,” Sunny exclaimed.

Everything in Chance screamed a denial. These men had been by his side nearly twenty years. They’d fought to get the club clean. He trusted them all implicitly. But he could not deny Sunny’s evidence.

Chance’s stomach knotted up and twisted. He couldn’t imagine which brother was betraying them. And why now? Sunny had been back a few years, so that couldn’t be the trigger. Chance had missed something, but he’d no idea what. He shook his head, wanting to deny Sunny’s words, but he couldn’t.

“I’ll contact Drake. He’ll send some brothers to move the bodies. They’ve got that crematorium. This is an order, you don’t tell anyone about Zeus being found. You watch and listen,” Chance ordered.

“Bear?”

Chance felt a stab in his heart, but he had to protect the club. “Not even he is to know.”

Sunny looked at him as if he wanted to say something else. Whatever it was caused Sunny difficulty.

“You’re gonna hate me, but understand, I did this for Hellfire.”

“Did what?” Chance bit out and wondered what new shock was heading his way.

“Bear, Celt, Big, Al, Rooster, Diesel and Chatter are all clean. They’re not the traitor.”

“How the fuck do you know that?” Chance demanded.

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