Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5)

Chapter 37 (Sienna)

Beggar and I decided to stop at the shops for some ice-cream. We got back to the clubhouse an hour

ago.

I’m sitting in front of the television on the carpeted floor trying to watch The Flash, I am a huge Marvel

fan. I had a collection of comic books to prove it. Kaleb is on his back kicking his legs, fist in his mouth

talking in his loud baby language.

Frost, Mercy, Beggar and After were taking up the one long seater, whilst Bull and a biker named

Radar took the 2 seater. The two of them stayed with us in case something happened. The club was

overly cautious.

Natasha hasn’t gotten back as yet, since her ride with Killer. My doing. I couldn’t tell her she couldn’t go

on a ride with Killer, because it made me jealous. And frankly I doubt it would have made a difference

since Killer was dead set on going for a ride with Natasha on his back, and at that stage I doubted that

whatever I said would have changed the outcome.

My mouth got the better of me, and although I tried to be happy since it was my wedding day, I felt like

shit, Because Beggar was right.

Mercy and Bull said nothing after I practically lost my shit at him. Frost told me that Killer was a patient

man, but I went too far. You always know how to bring out the worst in him. Her parting words still make

me cringe at how true they are.

After however didn’t see the need to shut up and gave it to me straight, “You don’t do that to a man in

front of his brother’s, you want to be his woman then you need to learn respect. Respect the brother,

respect the club. You behaved like a bitch today, you haven’t earned the ranks, or even a fucking sliver

of right to talk to my Vice President that way. You are a piece of work, you know that.” It hurt when she

left me alone, because out of all the women, including Frost, who was my cousin, After was the one

who claimed me as a friend.

And as my friend she calmed down after handing me my ass and the girls sat in the chair waiting for

Killer, Natasha and the others to come back. It has been two hours.

After didn’t give me any questioning looks as the others did, when Killer didn’t put Kaleb down for his

afternoon nap like he was going to.

That was his thing. For the past 3 months Killer never missed his nap time, even when he left to go on

Club business he still made sure he video called.

Since the Covid thing started this year, we have kept a very low key profile. They were talking about

another lockdown and the clubhouse was already on standby in case it happened.

The rumble bikes can be heard and I am the first one to run toward the window, peering out. They were

back.

I torture myself watching Natasha and Killer. The pain hits me at how great a couple they should be, I

cringe when she pulls off her helmet, giving him a smile. I don’t know what he is saying because he still

has his helmet on.

I turn away from the window, as the ladies remain, but I don’t miss the subtle touch Mercy gives me on

my arm.

I look down at my boy. His eyes are a light green, like my own. They are so curious, looking

everywhere as he sucks his little fist in his mouth. I go down on the carpet, forgetting the television, the

ladies, him, and her, and stretch my legs so they are on either side of Kaleb.

“One day I will take you to the beach house in L.A, I think you will love sitting in the sun,” I tell him as I

cup his small cheek.

I ignore the sounds behind me; the ladies walking back in.

Killer’s boots are right in front of Kaleb and I, then he is bending and lifting my little boy up and into his

arms. Where he belongs.

Maybe when the time comes and I have to leave it won’t be so hard knowing he’ll have the love of this

man, who claims to not understand the human emotion. Well, besides the fact that he loves us both.

Natasha comes to stand behind him, cooing Kaleb. Her short hair looking a bit ruffled from the ride.

I can’t hate Tash, I can only love her. She is my best friend, my cousin. Killer is a man that never got a

taste of sweet, Tash can be that for him. He needs sweet, not a bitch. Not me. I have so many

skeletons in my closet.

The look he gives me, sensing my thoughts, says maybe I am right. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Let me take him for a bit,” Natasha whines in a sweet voice.

I wait to hear the no, but I don’t. I watch him actually give Kaleb to her. That is a first, even I have to

fight Killer for my boy. Not sure why it pains, but it does. I drop my gaze aware his are steel, making the

room cold as he stands there after Natasha moves away with Kaleb.

“Leave.” His voice whips the air and I am not stupid to know he is talking to everyone else. That is

Killer, still a bossy Stone. Always getting his way. I remain on the floor, refusing to look at his face

because it will mean staring up at him, and now that we are alone I don’t want to. He has other ideas

as he walks slowly behind me, he makes me stiffen, not knowing what this man will do.