Page 42 of Hell's Claim

Shotgun headed out of the clubhouse and blinked as he saw them.

“Asshole broke a rib,” Sunny whined.

“You were fighting with each other?” Shotgun asked as Diesel’s eyebrows rose.

“Yup. We finally cleared the air between us,” Sunny replied and winced as he touched his split lip.

“Painfully so,” Chance added and began chuckling as Sunny crossed his eyes, checking his nose. “Fuck, don’t make me laugh!” He held his ribs as Sunny continued to stare at his nose.

“Did Chance break it?” Sunny demanded.

“Nah, it’s just bent,” Tiny stated and reached up. With a snap, he straightened it as Sunny howled.

“Chance!” Clio screamed.

“I’m fine, baby, Sunny, and I worked a few issues out!” Chance called and winced at the dark look Clio offered as she ran towards him.

“You did this to each other?” Callie exclaimed, appearing.

“Ah shit,” Sunny muttered.

“Yeah. We had some problems to work out,” Chance said, grinning at her.

“Oh my God!” Clio and Callie shrieked together.

Clio, infuriated at them for fighting, kicked Chance in his leg. Chance howled and collapsed to the ground.

“You two are imbeciles!” Clio raged and stormed off.

Callie looked at Sunny and shook her head. “I guess our date is off tonight.”

“Hell no! I am picking you up at seven, and wear something nice,” Sunny exclaimed. He wasn’t losing his time with Callie, not for love or money.

“I’m not going out with you looking like that! You look like a reject from a boxing match,” Callie snapped.

“We’re going out. Trust me, please,” Sunny begged. If he had to wait for the bruises to heal, he might cry. He wanted this date with her and had planned everything perfectly. Okay, the restaurant was out, but he’d come up with a Plan B.

“Fine. But smarten yourself up. And clean those wounds. I’m not dating a thug,” Callie snapped and followed after Clio.

Sunny grinned and winced as that hurt his split lip.

“You’re dating Callie?” Bear demanded, looking angry.

“Don’t fuckin’ hit me!” Sunny roared, stepping back. “I’ve asked Chance’s permission and got it.”

“That is why you were bruised last week,” Diesel realised.

“You didn’t ask mine,” Bear growled out.

“I asked Pres. That’s what counts. He’s head of your family,” Sunny retorted and was amused when Bear paused at what he was going to say. Chance, getting to his feet with Shotgun’s help, began laughing.

“Never considered that. Ha!” Chance snorted as Bear shook his head.

“Why me?” Bear wondered out loud.

“Doc Paul’s here,” Jinx called, heading over to them.

“Back away, Jinxy!” Sunny roared, but too late. Chance, who’d been limping towards the clubhouse, went head over heels on thin air and smashed his face straight into the ground.

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