Page 4 of Hell's Claim

“She’s my woman, and you attacked her,” Sunny snapped. He walked backwards, keeping an eye on his two club brothers, and knelt near the shaking girl. “If you wish to escape this intactand not be forced into whoring, go along with me,” Sunny murmured.

Wide blue eyes stared at him as she wiped tears from her cheeks and nodded. Sunny scooped her up with a warning expression and turned as Hambone came at him.

“You’re going to share!” Hambone snapped, agitated.

“This is my woman. Mine. I don’t ever share,” Sunny retorted.

“You’re fuckin’ a whore?” Greaser demanded, confused.

“She’s not a ho. She was working undercover for me, checking the whores weren’t skimping us on their cuts,” Sunny replied.

Hambone’s eyes narrowed, and Sunny wondered how high he was. Greaser wasn’t as far gone and stared at the sobbing girl. She was stiff in Sunny’s arms, and he needed her to relax. Sunny dug his fingers into her thigh as a warning.

“Bitch doesn’t seem keen to be near you,” Greaser stated and stepped forward. “Maybe you ain’t giving her the good shit. Ten minutes with me, and she’ll know a real man!”

“Don’t make me sick. Why the hell would my girl fuck you? You’re fat, smell, and just fuckin’ repulsive,” Sunny retorted.

Hambone and Greaser stared at him with hate.

“Only one of you, Sunny. Walk away before you get hurt. If she’s really your woman, then you can have her when we’ve done. Who knows, she might like our cocks,” Hambone slurred, grabbing himself and thrusting.

Sunny swore he was sick in his mouth. The girl hid her face in his neck and tightened her arms around him.

“Leave, now!” a voice ordered, and Sunny relaxed.

“What?” Hambone complained.

“I said fuckin’ walk, there’ll be consequences for this,” Chance snarled as Hambone and Greaser turned.

“You might be—”

Chance didn’t argue. He grabbed Hambone and cut his sentence off. With one vicious shove, Chance smashed Hambone against the wall.

“Take your woman and leave. From now on in, no moreundercoverwork,” Chance ordered Sunny as Bear appeared behind him.

Sunny nodded and quickly left, heading in the direction of his bike. Chance had clearly overheard the last part and was supporting his bullshit lie, but Sunny was in trouble. What the hell was he going to do with this girl?

“What’s your name?”

“Julie,” she whispered. “Put me down. I can manage.”

“You just bought me a shitload of problems. If I release you, those assholes will hunt you. Now I’m responsible for you,” Sunny complained.

“I’ll hide at DeeDee’s,” Julie insisted.

“Who do you think DeeDee works for? Shit, Julie, you might be young, but you’re no fool. How old are you?”

“Nineteen,” Julie replied.

“Bullshit,” Sunny said.

“I’m nineteen! That’s the truth,” Julie exclaimed.

Sunny heard her ire and shock, but he also felt her body shaking in his arms. “Julie. I’m not going to hurt you. I haven’t put my neck on the line to attack you myself. But we’ve got a problem, I’ve declared you off-limits as my woman. If you run now, I’ll get a beatdown, and they’ll hunt you down. Before you know it, you’ll be spreading your legs as a drugged-up club whore.”

Julie flinched. “I’ll never be that.”

“You won’t be given a choice. What just happened, Julie, was a mere taste of what would lie in wait for you should my lie be exposed,” Sunny explained.

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