7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Sunny
The ride to the clubhouse behind Revenant is something I will never forget.
Curled around his large body, my cheek against the warm leather on his back, hands on his hard stomach holding on for dear life.
Don’t get me wrong, I know what it’s like to ride with the wind in my face.
But this? Riding on the back of a motorcycle is something else.
I love Bluebell with all my heart, but I’d give her up in the blink of an eye to spend my days behind this man.
I let out a happy sigh, and snuggle in a little deeper knowing the turnoff to the clubhouse is coming and that this ride will be over.
Shame really, because I’m certain one last bumpy road will have me reaching my peak instead of just hovering on the edge ready to fall.
Revenant slows to a stop, parking next to his brothers and then turning off the rumbly engine all too soon.
His hand hovers over my calf before giving it a squeeze, letting me know that it’s time to get off.
And not in the way I want to. I let out a little huff, and swing my leg over, carefully dismounting.
I’ve read all the MC books where the heroine falls on her ass after a long ride.
Well, not this chick. I stand on my steady legs, fiddling with my helmet as I wait for Revenant to climb off.
“Yo, Rev! Hush and Coyote will be working in the office with our guests. Make sure Sunny’s hits are collected by Hollis and the boys from the funeral home, yeah?” Gallows calls, heading into the clubhouse when Revenant raises his chin.
“Come on, I’ll show you where you’re staying,” Revenant says, almost dismissively. I know he wants to get as far away from me as possible, and that’s OK. I’ll let him have space. For now.
I follow him into the dim clubhouse, the common room full of dark wood and skanky hoes.
“Rev!” a screechy voice says from my left.
I watch as a scrawny blonde comes teetering on stripper heels toward my man. She reaches her long talons out, about to touch his chest when I face palm her and shove her back. “Nope.”
She tumbles off her skyscraper shoes, onto the floor, legs akimbo, shaved snatch on full show. This girl needs Jesus.
“Gallows!” she screeches, and I flinch at both the pitch and tone.
“Shut the hell up, Bubbles. Sunny saved my men today. What have you been doing? Fuck all. She’s a guest, so treat her with respect or fuck off,” Gallows growls.
Look, I don’t condone treating women in such a fashion, but I really don’t mind if she fucks off somewhere away from me.
And Revenant. She stands on her shaky legs and high tails it somewhere deeper into the dingy clubhouse.
The other skanks eye me from their positions around the room.
Well, the ones who have eyes not filled with tears as they suck biker dick.
“I know girl,” Mercy says, patting my shoulder on her way past and up the stairs.
“Shit, I really need to get you out of here. I’m, ah, it’s not always like this,” Revenant says, his large hand rubbing the back of his neck.
I hit him with a bored look. “Oh? You mean they’re just sucking dick and oh, wow, having a threesome on a pool table, for my entertainment?”
Revenant has the good sense to cringe as he looks around what is basically the MC living room. “Yeah, OK. You got us. Follow me.”
He leads me up the same stairs Mercy disappeared, and I try not to eyeball his bubble butt in his fitted jeans as I follow him.
He stops at a room, pulls a key from his pocket and unlocks the door, swinging it open.
Waving me in, I try not to smile too wide.
This is his room. I know it deep in my gut as the scent of him drifts over me.
It’s clean, simple, almost stark. Just like him.
“You’ll be safe here. I’ll come check on you later. If you need anything just text me.”
Excitement fizzes in my gut. “Oh, you want me to Whatsapp you?” I ask, as innocently as I can.
He grunts once, holding out his hand for my phone. I unlock it and hand it over, watching in fascination as his big fingers jab at the screen. A buzz sounds out from his jeans pocket, and he gently hands my phone back.
“My number is in there. Use that. I’ll be back.”
With that he turns on his heel leaving me standing in his room.
Spinning, I shut the door behind him and I gaze around Revenant’s space.
It’s exactly as I imagined. Plain. Dark.
Nothing except a bed, a dark wooden chest of drawers and a chair.
It’s obviously for clothing, rather than guests, but other than a pair of jeans hanging over the back, everything is neat and tidy.
There are two doors, so I head toward them.
One is a small closet with a thick jacket hanging all on its lonesome.
I press my face to the fabric and take a deep breath, inhaling Revenant’s scent.
Stepping back I gently close the door and move to the next.
A squeal leaves me when I realize Revenant has his own ensuite bathroom.
This is perfect. Even if there is only a single tooth brush and toothpaste that looks like a gorilla has crushed it.
No matter, this will do nicely. Stepping out, I grin and I flop back on his bed, burying my nose in his pillow before getting comfy.
I open my phone and grin when I see his name in my contacts.
Is it too soon to change it to “My Man?”
Revenant
I need to get my head straight, which is why I stalk away from my room and Sunny without a backward glance. I have no fucking clue why I put her in my room, other than I couldnt stomach the thought of her anywhere else. I don’t know what it is about her, but she messes with me on every level.
Not wanting to be too far from her, and not wanting to watch my brothers fucking either, I move deeper down the hall to make my phone call to Hollis.
“She’s not what you expected,” Mercy’s voice calls from behind me.
Turning, I catch her leaning on her doorjamb, arms crossed. “What do you mean?”
Mercy tips her head to the closed door of my room. “Sunny. I remember her from before I enlisted. She was a fierce little thing. Still is.”
“She shouldn’t have to be.” I reply, gripping my phone tighter in my fist.
Mercy tilts her head, assessing me. “Your problem is that you see her as something pure. Good. Someone to be put on a pedestal. When really,” Mercy raises her shoulders, “Sunny is just, Sunny.”
I stare at Mercy, really taking in my VP. She’s always demanded my respect. She’s calm, cool, and she can read people better than an FBI behavioral analyst. She can read me.
“Is that what you think I do? Put Sunny on a pedestal?”
“Don’t you? You want to believe that you are such a bad fucker that you can’t have someone like her. That you’re so broken by your past that you’ll never be whole enough for someone like Sunny.”
My hands ball at my sides that she’s read me to filth like that. “What? And you think that she’ll have me, just like this? All fucked up in the head?”
Mercy raises a brow, looking at me like I’m a dumb fuck. “What makes you think she hasn’t claimed you already?”
I stiffen. Mercy can’t be right. My mind skips back to not even ten minutes ago when Sunny shoved Bubbles away from me. Was it fucking hot? Of course it was, but it wasn’t claiming, was it?
Mercy’s snort pulls me from my thoughts. I frown at her, then flip the bird for good measure. “Whatever. I’m going to call Hollis to take care of Sunny’s bodies then I’m heading out. Keep an eye on her, yeah?”
“I don’t like a lot of people outside the MC,” Mercy begins, “but I like Sunny. She’s good people.” Mercy turns and heads into her room, the conversation over.
I stare at her closed door for a moment before shaking off her words. I jab at the phone screen as I dial Hollis.
“Hollis and Sons Funeral Home.”
“Hey, it’s Revenant. Nana passed in her sleep.”
There’s a beat of silence before rustling. “Oh, that’s sad to hear. Is the deceased at the hospital?”
“No, she died at home. The clearing near the edge of town.”
“Right. We can have someone there to collect her in five. Will you be needing the dearly departed package?”
“Yes, with cremation. If you know of someone who can help with sorting through her possessions, that would be most kind.”
“Home goods?”
“Vehicles.
A grunt. “Most certainly. We will be in touch. My condolences.”
“Thank you.”
I hang up the phone then check the time on the screen.
Good. An hour or so before my standing appointment with Pastor Richards.
I move down the hall, hesitating slightly at the closed door of my room.
Balling up my fist I keep moving. Sunny doesn’t need me.
She may think she wants me, but she’s wrong. She doesn’t know me. Not the real me.