Revenant’s Fire (Saint’s Outlaws MC: Winlaw Chapter #1)
1. Chapter One
Chapter One
Sunny
Ishouldn’t be here. I should be at home preparing dinner or doing chores or helping Momma.
Instead I’m sitting on a worn church pew, waiting.
For him. Everyday at this time motorcycle pipes split the air before Revenant stomps in, his heavy black boots echoing off the wood floors and walls.
Older. Tall. Broad. Dark both in coloring and mood.
He’ll walk right by me, his piercing blue eyes holding mine as he dips his chin, heading straight for my father’s office.
He’ll sit in there, where it smells like burnt coffee and wood polish, the walls barely containing his words as he confesses sins to my father.
Some are his, others are from men he knew and loved and lost. I shouldn’t be here when he confesses, but I can’t help myself.
I’ve not been able to help myself since Revenant came to Winlaw, following Gallows, the president of the Saint’s Outlaw MC.
Some people say it’s a club for the broken.
Maybe they’re right. Every one of the members carries scars from lives lived outside of this town.
Heavy footsteps thud to a stop in the doorway, hesitating a moment before starting up again. Slow. Steady. Measured. They grow louder, closer, the echo now working its way through my insides, my pulse matching the pace until they stop alongside me.
“Sunny,” Revenant’s voice rolls over me, my eyes closing involuntarily at the sound.
He’s here.
Revenant
The dark-haired beauty in her pretty sundress slowly turns her head to look up at me.
The smooth column of her tanned throat on show as she tips her head back.
Her wide brown eyes behind thick sooty lashes stare up at me, blinking owlishly for a split second before her full lips pull up into a smile that could almost light up a soul as dark as mine.
“Revenant, how are you?”
Her voice rolls over me, causing a slight shiver that I have to hide. I can’t let myself be affected by her. That’s a dangerous position to be in. A man like me has no business with the pastor’s daughter. With someone so fucking innocent and perfect.
“The usual,” I answer, before turning to look at her father’s office door. It’s right there, no more than five or six strides away and yet, my feet stay planted next to her pew.
Her head tilts as she considers my words.
“Well, it could always be worse, couldn’t it?
” My brow raises. What does she know about “worse”?
“You could have crapped your pants on the way over. Imagine that all squished into your motorcycle seat as it vibrates away.” The little imp presses her lush pink lips together in a smirk and I’m shocked by the bark of laughter that escapes me.
She startles momentarily at my laughter, her eyes wide with wonder as the six and a half foot man-monster whoops with laughter. Must look so fucking funny because her giggles ring out, tinkling like damned wind chimes on a warm breeze.
“Revenant! I thought I heard your stomping,” Pastor Richards smirks at me from his office doorway.
My laughter subsides, and I gaze down at Sunny. Before I can stop myself I lay a hand gently on her shoulder, her skin warm and smooth beneath my hand. “Thank you, I haven't laughed like that since…before.”
Understanding flashes in her warm brown eyes before it's replaced with mischief. “Well, I’ll be here all week and don’t forget to tip your waitress.
” She winks at up at me and I know in that very moment, with electricity running through my hand as it lays on her perfect skin, with that little wink, that little smirk, that I’m fucked. Well and truly fucked.
Sunny
He touched me! He laughed at my joke! And he has no idea that I have claimed him. Revenant is mine. Whether he knows it yet or not.