Page 6 of Hell's Claim

“Can we get back to the matter at hand?” Chance bellowed, letting everybody see a hint of temper.

“I’m talking, and I’m the president!” Zeus snarled.

“Yeah, you need to keep reminding everyone of that. Makes you wonder how fuckin’ insecure you are! You’ve got a massive problem. You didn’t maintain control of your people. The cops are looking to lock several more brothers up for crimes they’ve committed,” Chance thundered and banged his fists on a table.

“Well, if we’re a one percenter club, we should have members banged up,” Zeus replied.

Sunny glanced around as eyes widened. Nobody agreed with Zeus, and even in his drunken rage, he realised that.

“You saying you want brothers behind bars?” Chance demanded incredulously.

“No! I’m saying most one-percenters have a few men locked up,” Zeus answered.

“You’d be okay with Grinder doing time?” Sunny poked, and Zeus spun on him.

“You’ve no fuckin’ respect for your patch. I want your stripes,” Zeus hissed.

“Not happening. Sunny is entitled to a position as a legacy. Check the charter. You can’t take his role from him,” Big Al interrupted.

Big Al looked bored as fuck, Sunny thought

“Then he will go in the ring with Hammer, Hound, Spider, and Anarchy for lack of respect,” Zeus snapped.

“Not a problem,” Chance said. “Grinder disrespected me last week. He’ll be facing Levi, Tiny, Shotgun, and Diesel.”

Sunny began laughing at the look on Zeus’s face.

“You can also add Sooty and Brady to that,” Chance added.

Sooty, who was another enforcer, nearly fell off his chair as he gaped at Tiny. Brady, who was treasurer, swallowed hard.

Zeus went even redder as Chance leaned forward. “How many times do I need to repeat myself, asshole? Actions have consequences. Go after one of mine, I’ll take three of yours. Thought that was plain by now.”

“One of yours? They all belong to me,” Zeus yelled.

“Yeah? You don’t have their respect. I do. You’re nothing but a fat, drunken slob who holds the vote of president by numbers alone. Only because you bring in women, drugs, booze, and turn a blind eye to the criminality of those you surround yourself with. A reckoning is coming, Zeus. Time is ticking,” Chance warned.

Despite the fact he was in for a world of pain, Sunny smiled. The club would be cleaned, one way or another.

Chapter Two.

Sunny - 1997

Sunny moved swiftly to take Big Al’s back as his brother wrenched the young woman from Dodge. He’d just got to Big Al’s side when he lashed out and stabbed Dodge in his throat.

The girl, no doubt jailbait, screamed, and Big Al spun on Zeus as the confrontation blew up.

The kid was another Julie. This time, Big Al had stepped up to save her. The escalation continued until a near fight broke out, but it ended when Chance waded in, and Big Al left with the woman.

Sunny didn’t bother hanging around and headed out on his bike. Julie had been nineteen, as she said. Their initial plan had been to live together for six months and then say they’d split up, and Sunny would give her money to get the fuck out of state. Julie had been loathe to accept this, but when Sunny explained exactly what would happen to them both, she soon agreed. Especially as the MC threw a welcome party, and she got to witness first-hand how Hellfire treated whores and hang arounds.

Julie found herself shocked as Zeus had made moves on her and been rebuffed by Chance and Sunny very firmly. Since then, Sunny kept her well away from the club. Julie understood he was trying to free Hellfire from the filth infecting it, and somehow, they’d ended up in a real relationship.

At first, Zeus had mocked Sunny for heading home each night. But Chance used it as an opportunity to keep Sunny clean. In fact, Chance was starting to buck against Zeus a lot as time ticked on. They’d slowly gained numbers and were, more often than not, calling in tips to the cops.

Chance had forced a vote and lost again. The lure of easy sex, booze, and drugs was too alluring, and Sunny could see the frustration in Chance’s eyes. It was beginning to dawn on Sunny that the only way to rid Hellfire of the scum was to kill them.

Funnily enough, he wasn’t averse to that.

---