Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 11

“Sienna.” The name and shock echoes through the air as Frost announces to all of us who it is we are dealing with or what.

“Hey Ky, I think my baby is ready to come out, you mind helping me? And I got a present in the trunk for you,” Sienna’s chirpy voice says, but I can hear the grit in her tone.

I push them aside, “How's the spine?” I ask her, ignoring her unsettled gaze.

“It’s good.”

I put my hands under her legs and behind her back, and drag her out, using my legs as I lower my body to lift her up. Once she is close to my chest everyone moves out of my way as I walk her toward the house. She is fucking heavy, and the rain doesn't make it a fucking simple task.

River stands by the door waiting for me, “Take her to the lounge, Hannah is 5 minutes away.” He moves out of the way just in time as I move to the lounge area to put her on the dark brown lounge suite Kylie made me buy after her fucking fit with the place.

Sienna shivers as her back arches. Mercy comes to her other side and rips off her lower pants as she screams. After and Frost drop to the floor with Mercy.

“I need you Killer, she's ready to pop,” Mercy says in a firm but loud voice.

I give orders as my body and mind go into focus. I have done this before, for someone in this very room. I look at After as she drops her eyes. Yes, memories have a way of haunting even the tough ones. Sometimes those memories aren’t things they want to remember. We throw everything on the coffee table to the ground.

I focus as I get the guys to help lift her to the long coffee table. I just needed to look at her opening to know she will not handle a natural birth.

Mercy injects her with a hefty dose of morphine straight into the bloodstream as I throw alcohol over the blade handed to me and burn it. I dip the blade in the bowl of water Frost brings, and I cut a line across the stomach as Sienna gets drowsy. My subconscious mind can hear Spade telling the others to leave the room, but I am focused on the task as I tear into her stomach.

Birth is a messy thing I would never choose to do. I cut away the thin membrane around the baby and put my hand inside her body, gripping the infant by its neck and slowly sliding it out of the body.

I turn the kid upside down, shoving a finger in the mouth. The howl fills the air and everybody erupts in happiness. The after birth, liquid and other shit comes out as I hear the sirens. The paramedics are quick as they apply the drips and stitch her up. The lady takes the baby from me, and hands me a scissor to cut the umbilical cord.

She wraps the child in a blanket, still bloody and crying. Everything happens in a quick succession. My hands are covered in blood as I watch them, still as a statue as they take her away. Sienna is back.

The paramedic looks at me with the baby in her arms and smiles, “You did wonderful daddy, he’s a strong boy.” She grabs her bag up and places the baby in a plastic cot.

I say nothing but stare at him. His body is so tiny, fragile. Easy breakable. A sense of protectiveness shadows me, and I know I would have to protect him from his mother too.

Frost nudges me, “Lets follow them.”

I nod, and we rush to the 4x4 outside. Raven and Spade jumping in at the back.

We arrive at the hospital just as they carting Sienna and her boy inside. Raven and Kylie rush off to follow them. I look down at the blood on my hands, realizing I didn’t wash them. My phone rings and I slip it out of my pants pockets, checking the caller ID. I frown, seeing River’s name flashing.