Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 10

“That is cheating,” Whisp declares, glaring at the Lethal Assassin. Mercy grins, picking up the pile of cash she just won. Of course, she cheated, it’s Mercy.

The room still smells of the grey and white paint we used to redo the walls for the 4th time after the place was almost shot to smithereens by Lucca Sanati’s men in a war we started 5-years-ago when we protected his wife from the sick fuck.

A war that was still going strong since he kidnapped my fucking sister and got his men to rape her while they recorded the entire fucking thing.

He was the reason my sister who was once innocent now chose a fucking gun over flashy shoes. He took that shit from her, and no amount of bloodshed will get that back. It toughened her up, but I never wanted that for my sweet Ky.

Lucca Sanati was a psycho who called himself the King of the outfit. Personally, I considered him a wussy of pussies. I haven't got the chance to inform the asshole of this because I was still yet to meet him.

I even went hunting him down to do just that, but he hasn't played his part with getting caught. Lucky for him I was a patient man, and I had a fuck load of time.

My sister was a survivor and knew I would get her the revenge she wanted. She knew it because she was now with me. My Club had become her club, and she earned her stripes just like the rest of us, proudly.

The clubhouse was doing alright, but it cost a lot of dough to be fine with my sister doing the decorating. A lot of that dough came from my pocket when she decided she couldn’t live with the budget the Club gave her.

Kylie wasn't rolling in her daddy’s Benjamins since she whacked my half-brother, Vincent, saving me the trouble of doing it. She got cut off from her mother and the government froze all her other accounts.

After a $6 million bail and the other couple of mill spent in lawyer bills, they granted Kylie her freedom only because of Storm, the Kanla Chapter’s Vice President who was fucking my sister behind my back.

We had words, Vice President, to Vice President. They weren’t words spoken from my mouth, but my knuckles had a fuck lot to say about that.

Worked out for her though, because now she was one of us and I made her my responsibility, distinguishing most of the claim Storm wanted over her. He wanted my sweet Ky since he fuckin’ saw her walk her ass to the Jet. She was just 18 then.

Now, her freedom was his doing, and her ass was stuck to him for another 2 years. But once that clock ran its course, I was taking my sister with me and getting our asses on the road. I was the National Vice President of The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club and I agreed to them giving me the position because the thought of getting stuck in one place too long sent my body into a fever.

Add in the thought of Storm fucking my sister made me see death. I had no emotion like other brothers, but I seemed to enjoy spoiling for a fight. My logic was fucked up and if I could make sense of any situation where it could end up with someone’s face and my fist getting acquainted, then count me in.

Yeah, I wasn’t a fucking nice person, but I got shit sorted and my sister knew that my reasoning for not taking out Storm for touching what he shouldn’t was fuck all to do with him touching what he shouldn’t and everything to do with his father, my President, Ribs.

It was my 2nd day back in Kanla and 1st time in the pool room since it got renovated. I left for a month this time, Kylie who we now called Frost, joining me for the first 4 days when I had to go check out the shit happening in our Denver Chapter. She came back early with Venus, as was one stipulation of her freedom. She couldn’t leave Kanla for more than a week, and only if it was with another member.

When she got back, Frost called me to say she wanted to redo the game room. I had to admit; the place looked good.

Brown wooden benches added as a fixture to the wall was a recent addition I approved of. My ass nicely seated on it, enjoying my beer as I watch Mercy bend her round ass encased in a nice pair of light denim pants.

It was her 2nd day back too, as was After and Raven, all of us from National. We spent days chilling as we waited for the others to arrive.

Beggar and Jade were still gone on club business for River. Snake, our National treasury still on his way from Liston Hills after some fucking shit was going down with the DELROY’S back in my hometown, Liston hill.

Sabastian Delroy was paying the Club a ton of cash that even made my eyebrows rise to find someone for him. Thing is, he wanted Snake, because Snake was from Liston Hills, just like me, and if he asked me, I would have told him to fuck himself as I always did.