Page 32 of Revenant's Fire

I stiffen in my seat, the food in my mouth turning to ash as my gut drops. My girl thinks she knows what the MC is about. In some ways she may have some inkling, but there is a big fucking difference between having an inkling I do bad shit, and knowing that I’ll go read out someone Hush has systematically tortured.

Sunny turns in her chair until she’s facing Hush. “Hey Hush,” she speaks loudly and clearly, so the brother can understand her.

“Oh, ah, hey Sunny,” Hush replies, holding his blood-stained hands behind his back.

Sunny’s gaze narrows on Hush, then darts to me before she rolls her eyes. “Go pray them through the dark, babe. Even though I wouldn’t bother. Those guys deserve whatever Hush did to them, thinking they could come into Winlaw and take over.” She spins in her seat, shaking her head before taking a bite of bacon and checking her phone.

“Um, how does she know what we do?” Hush asks.

Sunny spins again, so he can read her lips, “She isn’t an idiot. She’s been here for like, a week now.” She rolls her eyes at Hush. “You're the enforcer so you do the killin’. Coyote is SAA so he does some killin’ and guns. Revenant is the chaplain so he makes sure everyone is all good and gives last words to those who aren't. Cedar plots the runs as road cap, Brake and Ledger are Secretary and Treasurer and Gallows and Mercy are basically the main guy and second main guy. Jubilee, Sleet, Hollow and Fog are just normal biker dudes and the prospects get the crappy jobs. Easy.” With that she spins on her stool again and goes back to doing what she was doing.

“Well, alright then.” Hush throws me a look before he takes off and leaves me sitting next to my woman.

“Don’t think too deep into it, Elias,” she murmurs, eyes on her screen.

“What do you mean?”

“I know Saint’s Outlaws do bad stuff. It’s in the name. But you’re good guys at the heart of it. If that means that you have to kill people to protect our town and loved ones, then so be it.”

“You really don’t have a problem with us, do you?” I search her gaze, finding nothing but warmth.

“I love you. Which means I love and accept all aspects of your life.”

My breath freezes in my lungs, heart almost beating out of my chest. Yes she’s claimed me, yes I call her my woman in my head, but the way the words “I love you” spilled from her lips with such ease steals my breath from me.

“Don’t get me wrong, there are some aspects I’m not too happy with, but it is what it is.” she continues as if she didn’t almost give me a heart attack.

My brows pull together. “What do you mean by some aspects?”

“I hate Bubbles and I won’t hesitate to put that bitch in her place. The other bunnies, I love. They’ve been teaching me some moves. Oh, now is also the time I let you know that I will not tolerate cheating.” She points her knife at me, the blade dripping with runny egg yolk. “You step out on me and I will cut your cock off and feed it to you.” She shrugs. “Other than that I love everything about you.”

“You are the strangest woman I’ve ever met.”

“Fun, isn't it?”

“Yeah baby.” I press a kiss to her lips. “I love you, too.”

She lets out a gasp, her cutlery crashing to her plate with a clatter and looks up at me, eyes glistening. “You said it back,” she whispers.

“Always,” I whisper back.

She beams at me, “Awwww. Now go read the last rites or whatever it is you do then come back and fuck me.”

Perfection.

Sunny

I watch my man as he leaves, shoulders tense, walking like a man about to condemn another. I meant what I said, that I love him for who he is now. I don’t need him to be anything other than what he is. A survivor. A protector. A super fucking badass man of God MC brother who sometimes has to do bad shit.

I hum as I clear up our breakfast dishes, wondering where Brake is and if Mercy wants to fuck with him a little.

“Sunny,” Gallows nods as he wanders into the kitchen. “I see you’ve been behaving.”

“I have, haven't I?” I beam at him.

He grunts, helping himself to coffee. He leans against the bench, long legs stretched out, right boot crossed over his left. His eyes narrow a little as he holds my gaze, taking a swig of his coffee.

“I wasn’t sure about you,” he starts.