Page 36 of Revenant's Fire

“It seems one of our club sluts and a prospect have taken her.” Gallows steps in, which I am fucking thankful for.

I’ve only just claimed Sunny, I can’t fucking tell her father, a man I respect with every inch of my being, that his fucking daughter got kidnapped on my watch. Pastor Richards’ gaze takes in all of us before landing back on Gallows.

“Did she get on with this prospect and club slut?” His eyes narrow.

“Um, no?” Brake answers when Gallows and I hesitate.

Richards runs a hand down his face, letting out a growl. “She won't call if she thinks we’ll stop her.” We all stare at him. “My daughter is very…passionate about people she doesn't get on with. She inherited my wife’s temper. Homeschooling was…easier.”

“Ah, homeschooled!” Brake says, clicking his fingers. “That actually explains a lot about Sunny.” We all stare at him until he rolls his eyes and mumbles, “Sorry.”

Richards stares at him for a beat longer, before turning back to Gallows. “What’s going to happen to the people who took my daughter when I get her back?”

“When I get her back I will be giving them their last words.”

Sunny’s father stares at me, unwavering before his lips tip up. “Well, you better hope you get to them before Sunny does.”

Chapter Eighteen

Sunny

Ican’t believe this. It’s my fault. I mistakenly thought Bubbles was as dumb as she looks. Turns out looks can be very deceiving.

“You sure this is going to work?” a male voice says from outside the trunk.

Wait, Split? What the actual hell, dude! I told him his toilet cleaning was top notch to make him feel better about getting the shit job. Well, fuck him. He wasn’t that good at prospecting anyway.

“Do you trust me, baby?” Bubbles' nasally voice breaks through the thin metal separating us.

“Of course I do! I love you.”

Oh, you sweet summer child idiot.

“Then be a good boy and do as I say. We don’t want to make Mr. Crowe mad.”

I stiffen at the name. Crowe? What the hell is going on? I would have figured these idiots were selling me out to the Wolves.

“Now get that bitch out of the car so we can hand her over,” Bubbles says before banging on the trunk startles the shit outta me. “Hear that, bitch?” Bubbles cackles and thumps and I’m chomping at the bit for this trunk to open. “You’re mine now.”

She thumps one last time, and then I think I hear something that sounds like macaroni being stirred in a pot. I shudder because I have a feeling it's less macaroni and more Bubbles tongue down Split’s throat. Gross.

There’s some scratching then the distinctive sound of a lock being turned. Gripping my knife, I get my legs arranged as much under me as I can, hoping I’m athletic enough to get the momentum I need to attack. Hopefully Split. I already know I can take Bubbles, but the prospect is lean and lanky, with a much longer reach than me.

Light breaks through the crack in the trunk, fresh air hitting me. I don’t wait. I shove the trunk open with one hand, my other slashing and jabbing as I bounce up as planned.

“Argh, fuck!”

I manage to slash Split across the face, then drive forward, my knife hitting something hard in his chest. No matter, I recoil quickly, going for another body part. I don’t even care that Bubbles is screaming like a banshee, arms windmilling wildly, as if that will stop me.

“You bitch!” she squeals when Split stumbles back and I slash her raised hands.

“What the fuck did you two expect? Shit!” I yell at the top of my lungs, adrenaline on an all time high as I jump out of the trunk, landing on the concrete before them.

“Fuck, baby, she got me,” Split huffs, holding his hand over his side.

With any luck I hit his appendix and now whatever the fuck germs live in there are leaking into him. I’m not sure if that's exactly how it works, I pretended I had the poops when Mom taught that lesson.

The cocking of a gun has me freezing in place. “You continue to surprise me, Sunny Richards.”