Page 7 of Hell's Claim

1999

They’d almost had him!

Zeus had spat the dummy out at Big Al marrying Tati and threatened to change the charter. Sunny had nearly suffocated holding his breath, but that little fuck, Beaker, fresh out of prison for assault, sneered at Chance. The fucker had clearly studied the charter, and now Zeus had knowledge in his corner.

Sunny ground his teeth together in frustration. Instead, of forcing Zeus out of position because he’d broken the charter, Sunny got to work his anger out him in the ring instead. Not quite a win but it was somewhat of a consolation prize.

When Sunny returned home, Julie was waiting. She paced, and Sunny wrapped her in his arms.

“Babe, what’s up?” he asked, rubbing her back.

Julie held on tightly. “Some woman insulted me in a shop today. I was wearing your cut, and she sneered at me and said some cruel things. She also mentioned what scum Hellfire was,” Julie whimpered, and tears leaked down her face.

“Don’t wear it in public again. Honestly, I ain’t proud to be part of them, so why the hell should you wear my claim? We nearly had that fuck today, we were so close,” Sunny replied, soothing her.

“Sunny, I’ve got dinner on. Want to talk?” Julie asked.

“Love to, babe,” Sunny answered, kissing her. Julie sank into his arms and relaxed. Damn, he cared a lot for her. They’d make a happy life together once Hellfire was clean.

Sunny - 2003

“I’m pregnant,” Julie whispered.

Sunny stared, shocked. “What?”

“Sunny, you knocked me up.”

“But you’re on the pill, and I wrap up,” Sunny exclaimed.

“Well, it seems those antibiotics I had for that infection in my finger cancelled out my birth control. And we did have that condom split,” Julie snapped.

Sunny reared back. Julie was mad at him, as in seriously pissed. “You’re not happy?”

“Who in their right mind would bring a child to this shitty situation? Hellfire’s no cleaner than the day we met. I spend half my time waiting for a call saying you’ve been arrested and the rest expecting a death notification. Tatianna is the same. Plus, Tati, Willa, Amy, and I rarely go to the clubhouse or anything else. They’re all as afraid as I am,” Julie spat.

Sunny closed his eyes. Julie was right. He couldn’t deny it. They were the only four old ladies on Chance’s side of Hellfire. Willa was Whiskey’s old lady, and Amy was Chaser’s.

“Things are coming to a head, babe. This time next year—”

“Don’t say it. For fuck’s sake, do you know how many times you’ve said it? It never comes, never happens, and now I’m bringing a child into this shit. Something’s got to give, make it right, Sunny, or I’ll leave with the kid,” Julie threatened and tore from his arms.

Sunny froze on the spot. He’d never let Julie disappear with his kid. Never.

October 2003

Julie screamed as she pushed, and Sunny supported her back. She collapsed against him, panting with her face screwed up in pain. Sunny wiped her brow and sent the midwife a quick look. Julie had been in agony for hours, and the labour didn’t seem to be progressing.

“Get me a fuckin’ doctor,” he snarled as he placed the nitrous oxide mask over Julie’s mouth. Julie slumped in his arms as he supported her.

“I’ve paged someone,” the woman said nervously and wrung her hands together.

“I don’t give a fuck, get one now!” Sunny yelled just as Julie’s eyes rolled up. “Shit! Julie’s unconscious! Help her!”

The midwife sprang into action and hit a buzzer, sounding an alarm.

“Off the bed!” she snapped as Sunny climbed off. She lay Julie flat as the machine hooked up to her alarmed.

The door flew open, and a doctor rushed in. He checked everything in a blink of an eye and began calling orders. BeforeSunny knew exactly what was happening, Julie was wheeled out of the room, and Sunny was left alone, staring after her.

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