Page 41 of Revenant's Fire

She beams at me. “Well, you should do that more often.” She kisses me fiercely, tongues and teeth, only stopping when someone clears their throat. “Oh, hey Dad.” She beams and waves a blood covered hand at her father.

“Um, so that happened,” Coyote murmurs.

“What happened? We came here to save her. Why the fuck is she out here, covered in blood? Scrap that, why the hell is she eating an ice cream?” Ledger grumbles, staring between Sunny and the ice cream splatter on the pavement.

“Was. I was eating an ice cream,” Sunny says, lifting my arm and then throwing it over her shoulder as she snuggles into my side. It’s such a simple, Sunny thing to do. The knot that has been twisting in my chest since I watched her get thrown in that trunk just…disappears.

“Ok, why were you eating an ice cream when you’re meant to be fucking kidnapped or something?” Ledger asks, clearly having trouble following what's going on. Shit. I am too.

“Oh, I was taking a break.”

“From what?” Ledger asks, truly baffled.

“From being kidnapped?” Hollow squints.

“No,” Sunny replies. “I was taking a break from the conversation.” She turns to Gallows. “Did you know Bubbles and Split and that meth head MC gang and Amos Crowe are working together? Like, how the hell did that come about? Anyway, I was trying to get to the bottom of things but then they bored me and I was a little worried about you guys because Amos told Bubbles to call the Wolves and send them your way but then I remembered that you’re the Saint’s Outlaws and have like, killed tons of people before. Probably. Allegedly. And I figured I was more help to you here than wherever you were -”

“Sunny, stop!” her father growls, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Cliff notes version. Please.”

Sunny looks between her father and the MC, blows out a breath, then waves at us to follow her, speed talking as she makes her way through the shitty garage.

“Bubbles wants Revenant’s dick and hates me. For obvious reasons. She’s been fucking the Sinister Wolves in her spare time while pretending she was in love with Split.”

“When the hell does Bubbles have free time?” Brake asks.

Sunny shrugs, leading us through a doorway. “Anyhoo, Amos Crowe, Sinister Wolves, Bubbles and Split are all in bed together. Or were.”

She waves at the two people tied to chairs in the room she’s led us to.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” Jubilee whispers, eyes wide as Pastor Richards sighs, a resigned look on his face.

“Sunny -”

“I know what you’re going to say, that I used a clove hitch and not a constrictor knot, but I couldn’t quite remember all the steps and I was on a bit of a time crunch.”

Pastor Richards shakes his head a little. “We’ll go over it again once all this has blown over.”

“Blown over? Blown over?” Ledger squeaks.

“What happened to them?” Brake asks with a frown, ignoring Ledger.

We all turn to stare at Sunny, standing in front of Bubbles and Split, looking proud of herself.

“They were kind of run over. And then I had to get a little creative when it came to making them talk.”

“So…you tortured them?” Prez asks with a raised brow.

“Seemed like a good idea,” Sunny says, waving a hand dismissively.

“Brake,” Prez barks. “Check them.”

“Oh, they’re not dead.” Sunny says as Brake lays his finger on Bubbles’ pulse. “I made sure to keep them alive so we can grill them some more.”

“No we,” I tell Sunny, drawing her into my arms, wanting to feel her there, convince myself she’s safe. “My brothers will do their job. You can do yours.”

She tilts her head back, a smile playing on her lips. “My job? Is that riding that big d-”

“Sunny!”