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“Sorry, Prez.”

“Boys, load these two up. You know where to put them.” He turns to Pastor Richards. “Pastor-”

“Message me once the problem has been taken care of.” Pastor Richards steps close, pressing a kiss to Sunny’s head before walking toward the door. “I’ll be seeing you, Revenant.”

“As always, Warrick.”

Chapter Twenty

Sunny

The ride back to the clubhouse is nowhere near long enough. I want to be here, cheek pressed against the buttery soft leather of Elias’s cut, his large palm on my calf, forever. Or at least for another twenty minutes or so. The warm breeze on my face, the rumble of the engine beneath me, the way Elias’s big body gracefully glides this huge machine, it's hypnotic. Better than yoga.

Elias slows and I can’t help but pout a little as we pull into the long drive to the clubhouse. He slows even further, and I frown. My body glued to his, I follow his every lean. Weird. The drive is a straight shot and he’s weaving like a drunk. Curiosity gets the better of me and I lift my head.

“Holy crap balls!” I murmur. “One…two..three..” My counting drifts off as I snap my head in the other direction, getting a good look around.

The driveway is littered with at least five random meth heads. Some have dark patches from what looks like blood, others look like they were hit by a train.

“What the hell happened here?” I squeak, eyes wide.

“Pastor Richards and his F-100 happened here.”

I can't help the snort that flies out of me. Or the cackling as my head tips back. We pull into the members’ parking spaces, Elias backing into his spot while I lose it.

“Adrenaline crash?” Ledger asks Rev, ignoring me.

“No, I told her her dad ran over those Wolves.”

“It’s funny because while he was running over Wolves, I was running over Bubbles and Split.” I let out a happy sigh. Good times.

My gaze catches Elias’s and I’m struck dumb at the look he gives me. Sure there’s darkness in there, but there’s also, if you look closely, like really close, I can see a light that wasn’t there before.

Gallows’ whistle steals my attention. “Church! You too, Sunny.”

Before I can say anything Elias takes my hand, twining his large, rough, tattooed fingers in mine. “Come on, Sassy.” Elias gives me a little tug and I follow after him.

I’d follow this man to the depths of hell and back if it meant I get to be with him. In this life and the next. He was built for me, even if he took a little convincing.

Elias takes his seat, pulling me into his lap. This is the second time I’ve experienced Church from Elias’ firm, muscular thigh and I ain’t mad about it.

“Comfy there, Sunny?” Brake teases and I give him a wide grin.

“Jealous?”

“No way. You’re a little too -”

Elias starts growling and I pat his delicious pectoral in an effort to soothe him. And me. Petting Elias is my happy place.

“- spirited,” Brake finishes, grinning at Elias from across the table.

We have a three-way staredown until Gallows slams the gavel down, essentially making me wee a little.

“Fuck. Right. I’m sure we don’t need a recap, we were all there when Sunny was snatched and the Wolves descended. Fog, report,” Gallows snaps.

“Hollis and his men have been called in to help with disposal. Your mom has called in some of your family to check all off grid systems are running as they should. Turns out the prospect has some solid computer skills so he’s going to be doing a deep dive into the Sinister Wolves. Rattle some cages.”

“Good,” Gallows nods, looking slightly less wound up. “Tell him to give me a list of their membership and what numbers they’re working with. There can’t be that many of them left. And that’s a good fucking thing.”