Page 19 of Revenant's Fire

“Same reaction we had,” Mercy says.

“How the fuck do you lose that many bodies?”

Gallows runs a hand down his beard, “That’s the million dollar question, ain’t it? We’ve had run-ins with the Sinister Wolves before and they ain't never cared about cleaning up after themselves.”

I sit heavily on the leather couch, next to Mercy, a wisp of an idea forming. “Not unless they’re trying to hide something,” I mutter.

“Or someone told them to,” Mercy adds.

Gallows nods once. “I had the same thought. Sinister Wolves are small time meth heads. They don’t come up with the idea to take over our runs and push us outta town on their own.”

“I dunno, Prez. The most motivated people I’ve ever met were crackheads,” Coyote smirks.

Gallows ignores him, instead focussing on me and Mercy. “I think the Wolves are playing lapdog.”

“And whoever it is, is paying for their lifestyle. See how nice their shit was? Their van, their guns? Someone is bankrolling their operations,” Mercy replies.

“And that someone knows the mountains.” Coyote turns to me. “You find it funny they hit us on the back road? Ain't no one there by accident.”

He’s right. Yeah it’s where the kids go to make out, but that’s community knowledge. Fuck, I didn’t know about it until recently and I’ve been living here for going on four years.

“Rev, I need you and Coyote to ride the hollers.”

I hesitate at my Prez’s orders, my gaze drifting to the ceiling as if I can see through the floors to Sunny on my bed tucked away in my room.

“I got her, Rev,” Mercy says.

I nod in reply, eyes on Gallows.

“Youre the best two for the job. Coyote is related to half of the folk out there, and the rest respect a man of God like yourself,” Gallows says, leaning back in his chair.

“I’m not a man of God.”

“Maybe not, but you can recite scripture like a mother fucker and the folks tucked away up there respect that,” Gallows replies, not missing a beat.

“Let’s get gone,” Coyote says, straightening from where he’s been leaning against a bookcase. “Quicker we go, the quicker we get back to your woman.”

“She’s not mine,” I growl through gritted teeth.

“Whatever you say, brother.” Coyote gives me a shit eating grin as I follow him out.

Standing in the common room I look toward the stairs, the pull of Sunny is almost too much to bear. But it won't do me any good. She’s here until we get this shit sorted out and then she’ll move on with her life. Find a nice man. Settle down. Have two children with her eyes and smile, run the PTA. That’s the type of life she’s built for. Not watching brothers fucking cut sluts in a filthy MC clubhouse.

“You good, brother?” Coyote raises a brow.

“Yeah brother, let’s roll out.”

I don’t bother telling Sunny. She’s not mine, and I gotta remember that.

Chapter Twelve

Sunny

“Moooornin’!” I sing to anyone who will listen.

“Why the fuck are you so perky? It’s 10am,” Brake grumbles.

“Yeah, half the day is gone.” I smile extra wide to irritate him. “Didn’t your mother tell you to get up early and greet the day?” I ask innocently.