Page 43 of Hell's Claim

“Bow, by bose is boken,” Chance shouted.

“Aw shit, sorry, Pres,” Jinx replied and backed up slowly.

Chance glared balefully at him. Sunny looked skywards.

“What are you doing?” Shotgun demanded.

“Looking for falling toilets.”

Everybody began laughing, including Jinx, as they headed into the clubhouse. Sunny knew everyone felt it, the oppressive atmosphere between him and Chance had lessened. That boded well for the club, and he knew his brothers were relieved. For now. Until he and Chance discovered the rat.

Chapter Ten.

Callie

Iwas as nervous as hell as I waited for Sunny to pick me up. Sunny had mentioned a restaurant, but that was off the menu after taking one look at his face today. I smoothed the dress I was wearing down my thighs nervously. Then I jumped as there was a knock.

I opened the door, ignoring Freddie and Jack peering around the corner of the living room at me.

Sunny stood there holding a wrapped gift box. My mouth dried as I took him in. He wore black jeans that clung to him lovingly. A navy-blue button-down was under his cut, which surprised me, and his hair and beard had been trimmed. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, giving me a peek of sparse chest hair.

“Hey,” he rumbled, and I smiled shyly.

“Hi,” I replied.

“This is for you,” he said and handed me the box.

I frowned, unwrapped it, and broke into a huge grin. “Who told you?” I asked as I pulled out a Blackhawk’s hockey top.

“Turn it around,” Sunny ordered, and I did and gasped.

“Tye Michaelson signed it!” I squealed.

Sunny laughed at my joy as I hugged it to me. “Tye is Phoe’s son, I’m sure you realised.”

“I do, but I’d never ask her for a jersey,” I cried.

“Come on, kitten, let’s go eat,” Sunny suggested as I stroked the jersey.

“Here, I’ll take that,” Freddie interrupted and took it from me. For a moment, I wanted to snatch my treasure back, but Sunny grabbed my hand, and my attention focused on him.

Sunny led me down the path to a black Ford Ranger. He helped me up into it and climbed into the driver’s seat.

“You’re beautiful, Callie,” he said, facing me. His hand cupped my face. “Breathtaking, actually.”

“Thank you. You’re handsome yourself,” I replied, not mentioning the bruises and cuts.

“Apart from my war wounds from Chance. I’m happy to say he looks worse than me.” Sunny chuckled as he pulled away from the house.

“Should I say good?” I asked.

“Yeah, asshole can hit, that’s for sure. Old age ain’t slowed him down,” Sunny said with a chuckle.

“I can’t believe you two got into a fight,” I replied.

“Oh, Callie, it was a total knock-down and drag-out. But we finally cleared the bad air between us. That is something positive. Shit’s been building up ever since I returned from the dead.”

“I’ve got bits and pieces of that.”

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