Page 64 of Hell's Claim

“Anyone who helps will be given amnesty,” Edwards offered.

Bear snorted. “Bring a warrant. You ain’t got anything linking us because there isn’t a link.”

Edwards smiled coldly. “We’ll do that.”

“While you do, consider who you’re getting justice for. Kiddie fuckers, addicts, woman-beating assholes, rapists and literally the scum of the earth. Ain’t nobody mourning their deaths and probably plenty of victims celebrating them,” Bear said and followed after Chance.

Sunny

He’d been stitched up and discharged himself by the time the club began arriving. Sunny was waiting for news on Primal.

“Injury?” Chance asked.

“It tore through the skin, nothing major. A couple of stitches. Primal is in surgery. His chances of survival are low,” Sunny said.

“How’d you feel about that?” Bear questioned him.

Sunny looked puzzled. He certainly felt the same way. Why would he care about Primal’s chances?

“Frustrated. I think that fuck had answers, and someone shot him to shut him up,” Sunny replied.

Bear and Chance exchanged glances.

“Only you and I knew Primal had returned?” Chance clarified.

“Yeah. I didn’t call anyone else. Did you?” Sunny challenged, his gut tightening.

“No. Just us two were aware,” Chance stated.

“What you saying, brother?” Sunny demanded. He guessed exactly what Chance was hinting at. Chance was trying to turn this back on him. Why? Had they made a mistake clearing Chance?

“Seems suspicious. Primal arrives with information and is shot to keep that quiet. What revelations could Primal have offered? And only two of us knew,” Chance declared.

“If you’re calling me dirty… that’s your mistake. Turning this on me won’t make me stop looking. Bullet, Whiskey, Chaser, and I are owed justice. I intend to get it. If he wakes up, let me know,” Sunny said and walked out.

He was struggling to control his temper. Maybe Chance wasn’t clean after all. Had Chance decided he wanted the club and murdered his own father? It happened, Cutter had killed Slash. Sunny shook his head as he hailed a taxi. He was without wheels and had never felt so naked. On the trip back to the clubhouse where his Harley was, Sunny considered his options. Sunny was going round in circles.

He would organise a meeting with his team tomorrow and talk shit through. Sunny needed to clear his head and get some clarity. Everything was becoming foggy and mixed up. Sunny hadn’t expected it to be clean cut and simple, but this was worse than he’d imagined.

Callie

It was late when Sunny arrived home. Way past midnight, but I’d waited for him. Cherry had fallen to sleep on the sofa, and Harry had carried her to her room. He’d been careful not to jostle her. Liv had gone to bed about two hours after Cherry, and I waited alone with a book for Sunny. I knew Sunny would be back and didn’t want him locked out or knocking someone up.

His bike’s engine cut as I headed for the front door and opened it. Sunny got off looking tired.

“Kitten, you shouldn’t open the door,” he said.

“I checked it was you through the peephole,” I responded, and Sunny nodded.

“Did you get business resolved?”

“No. Somebody shot Primal. He’s in surgery.”

“What?” I gasped as Sunny dropped a kiss on my lips and shut the door.

“Is everyone in bed?” he asked.

“Yes. I will make you a coffee,” I replied and headed for the kitchen.

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