Page 13 of Revenant's Fire

Her gaze narrows for a moment. “You’re serious about him?”

“As a heart attack.”

She grins as she tosses a half eaten box of pizza toward me. I take a slice and a seat on a stool near the bench when the kitchen doors fly open and that Bubbles bitch comes sauntering in.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Mercy says, arms crossed over her chest.

Bubbles hesitates a moment, before defiantly lifting her chin. “I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“You do if it means you’re fucking around off site. You know the rules, Bubbles. You wanna be a cut slut, you stay clean. First sign you’re fucking around, you’re gone. I’ll see to it myself.”

Bubbles eyes narrow slightly before a sly smile crosses her face. “Aw, you jealous?”

“Of your baggy hole?” Mercy laughs. “Not. At. All,” she replies, making me snort.

Bubbles head snaps in my direction. “Why are you still here?” she snaps.

“Why are you?” I reply, not looking up from my slice.

“I belong here! You don’t,” she growls, shoving a dirty talon in my face.

“You better not make me put down this pizza.”

“What are you going to do about it, bitch?”

My gaze catches Mercy’s as she crosses her arms over her chest and rests her ass against the bench. The tall brunette gives me a wink and I grin back.

“It’s your last warning, Bubbles.”

Her long red talon pokes me directly in my chest. Oh, it’s on.

Revenant

Stepping out of the cool calm of the church I tip my head back, the sun warm on my face and yet it does nothing to melt the cold fear that grips my heart. It doesn’t soothe my fears or calm the voices that tell me that I am no longer a man of God. How can I be when I can’t trust him to have my back? My faith in God may be lacking, but my faith in my brothers will never waver.

Throwing my leg over my ride, I start her up, her low growl soothing me in ways Pastor Richards’ words never will. I pull away from the curb, winding my way through town, ignoring the wide eyed stares from kids in the streets, gripping their mothers skirts. My mind flashes to a little replica of Sunny, pointing at my bike, beaming wide. Dangerous thoughts to have of the woman tucked up in my room.

The ride goes too fast. One moment I’m winding my way through the streets, the next I’m pulling into the MC lot. I park my bike and sit for a moment in silence. It always takes me a minute to settle myself after a session with Pastor Richards. Pouring out my fears always leaves me feeling scraped raw.

Once I feel steady enough I swing my leg over the matte leather of my seat, leaving my helmet hanging from the handlebars ready and waiting for another ride. Taking a deep breath I shove the clubhouse door open, stepping foot into the dim lightning of the common room and Sunny on the floor with her hand around Bubbles throat and her fist held midair as if ready to strike.

She grins up at me, hair a mess and blood on her teeth. “Oh, hey Revenant.”

Fuck. I stomp forward, scooping her up around her waist and throwing her over my shoulder.

“Hey! That bitch made me put down my pizza!” she yells before screeching when I slap her ass, rubbing the sting out with my hand.

The moan she releases goes straight to my cock and I know I’m in trouble. Unlocking the door to my room, I throw her on the bed, trying to get the feel of her softness off me. I need to focus. Keep Sunny safe. Not let her cause fucking drama in the clubhouse. I pace my room, hands clenched.

“Fuck!” I whirl on her, pissed that she’s proving Gallows right. Women are too much fucking drama.

I take in her flushed cheeks, the scratch on her face and the slight pink of her teeth. My anger dims as I take in this beautiful woman and her red left cheek with the imprint of a hand.

“Jesus, Sunny, what the fuck happened?” I move to the attached bathroom to wet a cloth.

“Oh, just Bubbles talking shit,” she says, her fingers exploring a scratch on her neck.

I brush her hand out of the way and press a cool cloth to it. Using my other hand I brush the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.