Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 18

“Who’s Hannah?” Sienna queries.

“Dr Stiles, pregnant lady.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you knew her,” Sienna looks at Frost for an explanation.

“She’s our club President, River’s wife. Their daughter is going to marry Aron when he gets older, I just know it,” Venus says.

“They too young to worry about that shit,” Bull says, and I watch closely as Sienna looks at him sitting by the sofa.

She smiles warmly at him and I know she saw him and noticed him the moment he walked through the door because that is Sienna. Her attention is attuned to everyone and everything in the room.

“Yeah, I doubt that. The two would probably bite each other’s heads off. Have you seen them fight?” Frost queries.

“That’s how you know,” Venus says.

“Well, clearly, your idea of a happily ever after and mine is like using a chalk stick to light a fire, useless,” Frost says.

“Can I hold the guy?” Bull asks, and Frost walks over to him and hands him the baby. His face softens and I am sure it brings back memories of his own life and what could have been. Maybe there is still hope for him yet.

“Hey little man, you got a fucking roar on you,” Bull tells the baby, and my eyes dart to Sienna who says nothing about him swearing.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m going to swear like a sailor, he might as well learn now,” She says to me.

“At least you honest,” Bull says as his enormous arms nestle the baby to his chest.

“So you got a name for him or what?” Venus asks, and Frost rolls her eyes again.

“Oh, I’m sure he does,” She says.

I named him this morning, and I already signed the forms off, but to ease Sienna’s mind I asked Hannah to send her some forms, to make her feel important.

Frost’s phone rings and she looks at the screen, frowning before answering it, “Speak,” She says and waits for whoever it is. Her face goes all serious and she huffs, “I got you, we’ll head that way now.” Frost signals Bull and Venus.

Bull hands me the baby and I take him, as Frost walks out the door, still on the phone.

“Wonder what’s that about,” Sienna voices out as she moves around.

“Probably club business,” I look down at the baby in my arms, and his eyes, which I heard can’t see much of anything, look at me dead centre.

I move closer to Sienna, and take a seat on the bottom of her bed, as she fusses around.

“I really need to pee,” She says after more shaking.