Page 50 of Hell's Claim

“Can’t say I’m sorry to hear that. Man was darker than Hades and had the devil in him. What’s it got to do with us?”

“Not interested in when he died?” Cross asked.

“Nah. Told ya. The guy was evil incarnate. He was kicked from the club for illegal activities, and we ain’t had dealings with him since,” Chance responded calmly.

“Would be a bit hard to have dealings when he died soon after leaving your club,” Cross said.

Sunny almost laughed when surprise crossed Chance’s face. “He did? Damn. I think I’m missing something, though. Unless… you are accusing us of killing him. In which case, we want a lawyer.”

Edwards scowled and glanced at Cross.

“When was the last time you saw Mr Smith?” Cross asked.

“Do I need a lawyer?” Chance demanded.

“Do you think you need one?” Edwards inquired.

“Yeah, considering you’re here questioning us in relation to a death. Do you even know how he died?”

“Painfully by the condition of his bones. When was the last time you saw Mr Smith?” Edwards pushed.

“I just told you. We kicked him out of the club and haven’t seen him for years. If you’re asking me for a specific date, can’t tell you. None of us have thought about that asshole for years,” Chance stated.

“It’s local legend your gang was at war with his,” Edwards pressed.

“And we are done. Hellfire is a club, and you’re here on a fishing expedition. If you want to talk to anyone from here, make an appointment, and we’ll bring a lawyer. Hellfire has worked with SPD for years, we’re clean and intend to stay that way. Can’t say I’m sorry that useless asshole is dead, and ain’t gonna pretend to grieve. Zeus was one of the nastiest bastards I’ve ever come across. The door’s there, gentlemen, please use it,” Chance said, folding his arms.

Edwards and Cross stared at them before offering a nod, and turning on their heels, they left. Sunny walked to the door and watched them go.

“Call church for tonight, Sunny. Bear, my office,” Chance ordered as Sunny walked out.

He followed the cops to the car, and they stopped and looked at him. “Sunny, isn’t it? If you need help, we can protect you,” Cross said.

Sunny frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Dude, those bruises on your face are several days old, and you also have new ones. You’ve been in a fight today. We can protect you and get you free of them if you want it,” Edwards answered.

Sunny blinked before laughing. “You think they’re beating on me? You couldn’t be more wrong. A bout in the ring caused this.Nothing more, nothing less. Trust me, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“Just remember our offer,” Cross said and climbed into the driver’s seat.

Sunny watched them pull out and nodded as Sailor closed the gates behind them. He spun on his heel and walked inside to Callie. Fuck knows what she was thinking, and he was worried.

Callie headed for him the moment he stepped into the clubhouse.

“Are you okay?” she asked, wrapping her arms around him.

“I should be asking you that. I’m sorry you witnessed all that shit,” Sunny replied, drawing her in close and inhaling the scent of her shampoo.

“Why did Bear flip out?”

“I’ll tell you later, just not here, Callie,” Sunny murmured in her ear.

“Something bad is happening, isn’t it?” Callie whispered.

“Please trust in me.”

Callie studied his face, and Sunny nearly squirmed. He needed Callie to believe him.

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