Page 80 of Hell's Claim

“What could he possibly do to make things better for my mom? Take away her scars? Her nightmares? How about her sense of failure that she did not protect me? We’re never going to see eye to eye on him, and the truth is, I pity you all. Because he’ll blow, that’s the man you married. Primal has information he claims I need. Once I have that, you’ll not see me again.”

Belinda shook her head, but Ronnie looked concerned. “I didn’t know the circumstances. Dad admitted he was very abusive but never told us that. I’m sorry.”

“Watch your mom carefully. I don’t believe for one second that the evil in him is gone.”

Ronnie nodded, his face still pale, but he was listening. That was all Sunny could ask for. As much as he wanted to believe Primal had changed, the memories were hard to deny.

“Sunny…” Primal muttered, and their heads turned to the bed.

“Jed?” Belinda said hopefully, and her face lit up. Sunny shook his head. There was no helping some people.

“Sunny.”

“Dad, wake up,” Ronnie urged.

Primal’s eyelids fluttered, but his eyes remained closed.

An hour passed, and Sunny waited patiently. Finally, Belinda and Ronnie headed out to get some lunch.

“You are the biggest piece of shit I knew, and considering we just fought Fury and his cronies, that’s saying something,” Sunny said to Primal. “It takes a special kind of cunt to do the stuff you did. I would love to say I don’t feel anything for you, but there’s a load of hate. That will never fade. You might have your new family snowed, but not me, I know what resides in your heart, I’ve seen it too many times. You’re nothing but a cunt, Primal, the lowest of the low, and if you were on fire, I’d pour gasoline on you.”

Primal’s eyes fluttered opened. “Hate… me.”

“I fuckin’ loathe you,” Sunny agreed.

“Who shot Enigma? Who is behind my shooting? Tell me who the last traitor in Hellfire is,” Sunny demanded.

Primal blinked, and his mouth worked as he tried to form words.

“Who is it!” Sunny repeated.

“Sunny… Levi…” Primal’s eyes closed, and Sunny stiffened.

Levi. Sunny had a name.

Chapter Seventeen.

Levi

He was chuckling as he rode his bike back to the clubhouse. Madisen had been telling him about a customer who thought the speakeasy part of the club was code for strip joint. Madisen was furious, and Levi had gone to calm her down. The guy had been totally embarrassed, which amused Levi.

Levi saw an SUV appear on his tail and noted that it was approaching fast. He moved over to one side in case the asshole decided to overtake. Things happened too quickly. Levi wouldn’t remember them fully.

The SUV hit his rear type, and Levi spun out of control. Levi headed down an embankment and slid off his bike. A brief thought of thank fuck he was wearing a jacket crossed his mind, and then his head clashed with something, and he blacked out.

???

Levi opened his eyes and blinked. It was sheer darkness around him, and he was hanging from a hook in the ceiling.

“You’re messing with the wrong person,” Levi called out as he winced in the pain in his shoulders. His feet just barely touched the floor, but his shoulders ached from being hung above his head.

“The army teaches you a lot of shit. How to fight, survive, and win. We also learn how to keep a guy alive despite him being wounded.”

“Sunny? What the fuck, man? Let me down now.”

A bright light was switched on, and Levi blinked as a punch hit him hard in the kidneys. He cried out in pain and tried turning his head.

“Tell me why you betrayed us,” Sunny demanded.

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