Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 20

If I was ever to describe home to Kaleb, Uncle Marcus and his long Sunday cooking lessons would be just one story I would describe to my kid. My uncle made the best mint and chocolate croissants ever. And Kylie’s bike lessons and years of mayhem would be another. Kylie taught me to ride a motorbike, she would get lessons from Killer and she would teach me.

Diamond’s crazy experiments and heated arguments with Kylie would be the highlight of his days, when I told him how Diamond threw Kylie in the pool during the middle of winter. And my favorite, our bike rides along the mountain where we would go so high and just lay there until the sun came up, just watching if momma was there.

The song plays, and like its eventual end, my memories fade away. Killer says nothing as we drive to the Clubhouse. When we arrive there are at least 20 people outside waiting.

“They seem like a lot, but really they’re just a bunch of pussies, besides Knight, stay away from him,” Killer tells me as the gates open and we drive inside.

“Well, kiddo, welcome to your new home,” Killer tells Kaleb, and I am wise to say nothing to that statement.

All the people from the Clubhouse crowd us in as we make our way to the door. Killer easily holds Kaleb to his chest, allowing all the members to look at my son. It brings a softness to my heart to know these scary men and women are cooing at my kid and taking me into their home. A strange woman who smashed into their gate and brought a heap of problems with her.

We eventually get inside and the smell of disinfectant and something akin to cherry blossom hits my nose. It is different, but a welcome smell.

By the time I get to the bottom of the steps, my stomach is discomforting, and so is my nether region as it throbs. I fret about bleeding through my clothes if I don’t make it to the bathroom in time. River, the club president I met earlier today, walks over to me and lifts me up, without even offering. I hold on to his neck.

“Thank you so much,” I tell the hulk of a man with greying hair.

He looks to be in his early forties, but I can see life hasn’t been too kind to him. Yet, there is a peaceful look in his gaze when he stares at me.

“Don’t mention it, when Beggar gave birth to Talin, we did this like 20 times a day. She couldn’t handle the kid crying for very long, so she’d get one of the women to take Talin and the men to bring her downstairs.”

He drops me down when we reach the 2nd set of stairs.

“Well thanks, but Ky, I mean Frost said I’m staying on the 3rd floor.”

“Frost isn’t the President, and it’s best you stay on the 2nd. We prepped a room for you, 3rd door on the right and the one next to yours is empty. So if Frost would like to join, she’s welcome in that one. Parenting ain’t easy and getting up and down those stairs is fucking difficult, especially when carrying 65 kilos extra. And no brother in this place is going to let you do that shit on your own, so let’s make life easy, what do you say?”

He winks and turns around, heading back down the stairs without waiting for my reply, which clearly tells me he didn’t expect one.

I meander my way to the room just as I feel a heavy gush of blood run down my legs. I rub them together, hoping no blood spilled on the carpet. For a clubhouse, the place was neat. There was not even a stench of smoke in the air.

The door is open as I get to the room, and I barely have a chance to look around as I rush to the bathroom.

My anxiety drops when I see the 6 packs of utility towels in a shelf stacked one on top of each other.

“Sin, you alright?” Killer asks, knocking on the bathroom door.

“I’m fine, I just need a moment.”

“I saw the blood on the floor, do you want me to ask…”

“I said I’m fine,” I snap.

He is quiet and I think he is gone as I try to clean myself up. The pain in my stomach is not one for the feint hearted. I feel like I was butchered and put back together.

A knock sounds on the door again, and I groan.

“Go away, Killer. Fuck,” I say in annoyance.

“It’s Hannah sweetheart, can I come in?”

“Thank god, yes, please.” She walks in and closes the door behind her and sees me on the toilet and I must admit it is also not my finest moment, but at this point I am done caring.