Page 62 of Hell's Claim

Chance cut the phone as Sunny considered Chance’s last words. Chance wasn’t wrong. What were the odds of Primal returning? Pretty damn low. No sooner than Sunny had been outed for investigating the club, one of the black spots in Hellfire’s history raised his ugly fuckin’ mug.

Primal was a drunk, addict and abuser. He’d got with Cherry and slept with her. When Cherry had informed him she was pregnant, instead of claiming her and doing the decent thing, Primal had beaten her. Bullet had stepped in and put a stop to shit. Then Bullet had gone on to claim Cherry just before Sunny was born. Enigma, Bullet and Slash had tried straightening Primal out, but the man was out of his head.

When Sunny was two, Primal had flipped the fuck out and gone for Sunny. Enigma had stopped him, and Primal attacked him instead. For that, Primal faced the gauntlet and the patch on his back was blacked out. Nobody had seen him since. Now Primal had appeared once again, and Sunny had a sickening feeling in his gut.

???

He rode through the gates that Harlequin opened for him and parked up with the other bikes there. From the looks of it, most of the club was present. Sunny looked for a strange bike or car and didn’t see one.

Chance walked out, looking pissed. “Where is he?”

“Fucker ain’t here?” Sunny snorted. “Typical.”

They both heard a car and peered over their shoulders. A car—about two years old—pulled up, and Harlequin spoke to the driver before letting him in.

“What the hell?” Sunny muttered as Primal parked and got out.

“Chance. Sunny,” Primal said, approaching.

“You ain’t welcome. You’re only here because you told Sunny you had information,” Chance stated as several brothers came out.

Hellfire surrounded them as Primal nodded. “Not here to cause trouble. But I’ve heard things and decided it’s time to help.”

“What makes you think we need an addict and drunk asshole’s help?” Sunny sneered.

“Probably don’t, but I know some shit that you guys do not. And for the record, I’m sober and have been twenty years.”

Sunny blinked. “That is meant to mean something?”

“To me? Yeah. To you? No. But that’s the truth. I got straight.”

Sunny regarded him. Primal’s eyes were clear, and he held Sunny’s gaze calmly. Honestly, Sunny had to admit life had been hard on Primal, but there was a calmness around him. The raging asshole seemed to have faded, but that could be a ploy, and Sunny was watching.

“What truth?” Chance demanded.

“Like Sunny was set up. Enigma wasn’t killed by Zeus.”

Primal dropped his bombshell. Neither was a surprise to Sunny, but Chance didn’t take the second statement well.

“What do you mean Enigma wasn’t killed by Zeus?” Chance gritted out. Chance was stiff with anger and warning.

“You all believed Zeus had taken Enigma out. He hadn’t, but he capitalised on it,” Primal replied.

“Who shot my father?”

“An…” a loud shot rang out, followed by three more. A searing pain hit Sunny’s arm as he dropped to the ground. Bear tackledChance, taking him down as blood sprayed them both. Chance was cursing up a storm as Sunny glanced about. He couldn’t see a shooter, but his eyes met Primal’s.

Primal lay near him and was trying to talk. “Who killed my father?” Chance yelled from under Bear’s massive bulk. Primal spat a glob of blood out as his mouth formed words. They could only make out one.

“Sunny…”

Primal’s eyes rolled up, and Sunny scrambled over. He yanked his belt off and used it as a tourniquet to cut off the bleeding in Primal’s leg. Sunny applied pressure on the wound in Primal’s chest.

“Ambulance is on its way,” Diesel called.

“Anyone else hurt?” Bear demanded, sitting up carefully.

“A Harley sped off,” Harlequin cried, running towards them.

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