Page 40 of Hell's Claim

Sunny looked around them. They’d met in the Hills, away from the club and anyone listening. Chance could bellow, and nobody would hear, and he’d a gut feeling Sunny was going to send him nuclear.

“I had a team when I left the army. They quit after me and contacted me,” Sunny said.

“Yeah?”

“I put them on the club. They have spent the last couple of years watching brothers to find the traitor. They’ve cleared those I just mentioned,” Sunny admitted.

Chance felt his temper rise, and he was sure he’d turned red with anger. “You did fuckin’ what?”

“We’ve got a rat, today proves it. I acted to protect the club and hunt him down. My team is also sure Pyro is clean, although they found out he’s Justice,” Sunny snapped.

Chance stepped back because every single fibre of his body was screaming at him to put a bullet in Sunny’s head. Pyro’s alter ego was one only a few knew of, namely him, Bear, and Bunny. Now Sunny knew, and so did others.

“How many on your team?” Chance ground out through gritted teeth.

“Four. Two watch the brothers, one does part-time as she also watches Liv and one…” Sunny broke off and flushed.

“One what?” Chance roared.

“Is a candidate,” Sunny admitted.

Chance blinked as a whole new level of betrayal hit him. Sunny had snuck a spy into his MC.

“He is out. I want his name,” Chance bellowed.

“Nope. Not giving you it.”

“Then I’ll get rid of them all,” Chance replied angrily.

“You can’t fuckin’ do that to Jinx! The club means everything to him!” Sunny exclaimed.

“Watch me. A name Sunny, now.”

“Sailor. He has been helping eliminate brothers,” Sunny admitted.

“He’s gone.”

“Chance, Sailor really wants to join the club. He started undercover, but he’s grown to love the lifestyle. And with nobody knowing who he is, Sailor is an asset,” Sunny argued.

“He. Is. Gone,” Chance gritted out.

“Fuck you, asshole. This is the war all over again. You doing what you want and ignoring the bigger picture,” Sunny exploded.

Chance reeled back at the venom in Sunny’s voice.

“Chance fuckin’ Michaelson. King of Hellfire. Always gotta be right and does not listen to advice. This is why the war went on so long to get clean. Because any opinion other than your own doesn’t have merit. If I didn’t have a team on the club, we’d be watching all of them. Hear me? But we know nine of us are good thanks to me setting my people on them.

“Diesel, Bear, Rooster, Celt, Chatter, Big Al, and you and me are in the clear. That leaves Tiny, Shee, Shotgun, Levi and Pyro. You wouldn’t be looking at five to whittle down but fourteen. You might not like my methods or the fact I held back information, but we’re in a better spot for it. Sailor is the one who’s almost ready to eliminate Pyro, thanks to his efforts. Go ahead and shit on what we’ve done. But fuck you, Michaelson, without my planning, you’d be blind,” Sunny roared at him.

Chance snapped, and his punch caught Sunny on the jaw. Sunny didn’t hesitate this time and came at Chance with pent-up emotions. The fight was brutal, and they pummelled each other as they allowed their negative feelings to take over. Finally, they were on the ground where Sunny had Chance in a headlock and was about to choke him unconscious.

Chance tapped out, and Sunny froze.

Sunny snorted and released the hold.

“You hit harder,” Chance muttered, collapsing on his back. Sunny fell backwards and stared at the blue sky.

“The army ain’t for pussies,” Sunny replied.

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