Page 57 of Hell's Claim

“Find the filth. Bullet is owed justice, and so is Sunny. They shot my son, your friend and brother. It’s time to end this, Chance. Let them rest in peace now,” Cherry said.

Chance held her gaze and nodded. Sunny was surprised that Chance didn’t hit back by telling Cherry it was club business and to stay out of it. Sunny appreciated the respect Chance was showing his mom.

“Take care, we hope to see you soon at the clubhouse,” Big Al murmured as he hugged Cherry goodbye. He reached out and held Liv, who stiffened but returned the hug.

Sunny watched them leave.

“We are not going home. Um, the house is a crime scene, and we’re not allowed in. But we’re going to… my girlfriend’s,” Sunny said awkwardly.

Sunny was grateful they were outside the hospital as two pairs of incredulous eyes turned to stare at him.

“I didn’t hear that correctly,” Cherry stated, her arms crossing over her chest.

“I’ve been dating someone. Clio’s younger sister. Callie is the fourth of the quads,” Sunny stumbled over his words as Liv arched an eyebrow.

“Sorry, Dad?”

“Callie’s younger than me by over twenty years. Let’s not make a big deal of shit. Her sisters are Clio and Thalia, Chance and Bear’s old ladies. Don’t make her age an issue.”

“Fuck that, I’m shocked that you’re dating,” Liv exclaimed.

“You’ve never brought a woman home. Not since Julie. This Callie must be pretty special. I can’t wait to meet her.” Cherry grinned.

“How did you meet?”

“Does she know about Liv?”

“What does she look like?”

“Did you say her name was Callie?”

Sunny bit back a groan as the questions came thick and fast. This was his worst nightmare!

???

Liv squeaked. Sunny couldn’t call the noise anything else.

Cherry stared at Callie wide-eyed and gripped onto Liv’s arm. She mimicked her granddaughter’s squeak. Callie began shuffling her feet.

“You didn’t say she was Callie Dixon!” Liv managed to find her voice.

Sunny drew Callie in closer and wrapped an arm around her waist. Callie leaned into him for reassurance as she held their gazes.

“Nana and I make it a night in to watch your programme. We get coke, hot chocolate with marshmallows, popcorn and chips with pizza and binge your linked episodes at once,” Liv announced in a rush.

“It’s wonderful to meet you,” Cherry said, recalling her manners.

“You too, I’ve heard so much about you,” Callie replied softly, looking to Sunny for reassurance.

“Wow. Callie Dixon! You’ve upped Dad’s cool factor by ten gazillion!”

“Thanks!” Sunny chuckled.

“Come to the kitchen, I’m just finishing up dinner,” Callie suggested and led the way into the rear of the house. Sunny pulled out stools for Cherry and Liv to sit on and headed for Callie’s fridge.

“Wine, kitten?” he asked.

Callie nodded shyly and turned to check the pans on the stove.

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