Page 71 of Hell's Claim

“You can’t go any further,” she said, and Sunny attempted to push past. “Hey! Let the doctors work. You need to book her in, what’s her name?”

“Callie Dixon,” Sunny replied and ignored the nurse’s startled look.

“And you are?”

“Her fiancé.” Sunny had no qualms about lying. It would get him her information quicker.

“Okay, Sunny, is it? Go and book Callie in and let the doctors do an initial assessment. Then someone will come for you,” she said, and Sunny hesitated before nodding.

As good as her word, twenty minutes later, the nurse reappeared. “Sunny. Miss Dixon is awake but confused and hasa bad headache. She has badly dislocated her left shoulder, and it will need popping back into place. She has a nasty gash at the back of her head, and Dr Patrick is sending her for a cat scan. Miss Dixon’s right wrist is broken, and she’s dehydrated.”

“Jesus, anything else?”

“Sunny, was she hiking alone?”

“Yes.”

“There are marks on Miss Dixon that were caused by a struggle. Dr Patrick believes Miss Dixon was also pushed. There are bruises on her shoulders, and the knuckles on her right hand are swollen. We believe that when she was pushed, she grabbed hold of something, and her hand was stamped on, which broke her fingers.”

Sunny’s jaw clenched tightly. “Some fucker tried to kill her?” he ground out.

“That’s our belief. We’ll be contacting the police.”

“Don’t bother. They should be here soon, I reported Callie as a missing person when she didn’t return from her hike. They’ll be here, I came with the chopper,” Sunny replied.

“I’ll keep an eye out,” the nurse said and disappeared.

Despite his neutral expression, inside, he was boiling. Someone had attacked Callie, one of the most beautiful women he knew. Sunny didn’t mean just her looks; Callie was beautiful in and out. Sunny had failed to protect his woman, and now she was injured. This was the rat. It had to be. They were trying to set him off balance and had succeeded.

They’d lit a fire under Sunny’s ass. They’d made a swipe at someone he cared about, and that was their final mistake. Sunny was going to get Callie, Liv, and Mom safe and end this. If he had to, Sunny would torture every fuckin’ member of Hellfire to get to the truth. At the same time as he swore this, a traitorous little voice asked if it was worth it? What was Sunny fighting for?

Sunny originally wanted justice. He wanted the brother who betrayed him named and dealt with. But was the price of that name worth it? The rat was so deep in the club now Sunny was beginning to doubt if Hellfire, when the traitor was caught, would even act. Sunny had seen Chance’s face when he realised who hadn’t been eliminated. Chance had been against the idea that those left had set Sunny up to die.

Was all this worth it? Sunny wanted to say yes. His peace of mind was relevant and important. But he could easily up and leave the club for good. As much as that stuck in his throat, Sunny recognised being happy and safe was more important. His mind whirled with possibilities as he waited for further updates.

Sunny desperately needed to see Callie, to touch her and hear her voice. Every fibre in his body urged him to seek her out and assure himself she was alive. But Callie needed medical help, and he could not interfere with that.

Sunny glanced up and spotted Lio as he entered the hospital. “Any news?”

Sunny quickly updated Lio with what the nurse had told him, and Lio nodded.

“I’ll try and get an update. Chance and Hellfire are on route.”

“I don’t care,” Sunny retorted.

Lio looked shocked.

“I told them hours ago that something was wrong. None of them listened, and they all just passed Callie’s lateness off, kept telling me she was okay. If I hadn’t gone looking for her, Callie would still be out there right now. So, fuck Chance and the rest of them. If this had been their fuckin’ woman ten minutes late home, they’d have called in the cavalry.”

“Shit, Sunny,” Lio murmured.

Sunny wasn’t finished. “Think it’s clear they don’t consider me a real brother. They didn’t care about Callie, she’s just a pieceof pussy to them. Clio breaks a fingernail, and Chance calls for an ambulance.” Sunny let his bitterness show.

A cough from behind made him turn around, and Sunny held Chance’s eyes.

“We made a mistake.”

“Screw your mistakes. Tell me if what I said was wrong,” Sunny demanded.

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