Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 22

“I’ve been wondering, what the fuck could have ticked them off so much they left her with the dead guy and vanished? That just doesn’t gel with me,” Zero rubs at his scar a sign something isn't adding up.

I already have my suspicion about that, but I never talk until I have the facts. Natasha is not someone I’m keen on talking to just yet. I needed to keep my eye on Sienna; I suspected she had much bigger fish to catch, and I was going to enjoy the trip. We didn’t get to talk in the car; I knew she was in pain, and when she got back, I presumed she needed space. But she can’t hide forever.

“Natasha isn't telling us the rest of the story. The girl is cute, but she can’t lie to save her life. Frost said she’ll handle Natasha,” River says.

“Either way, Prez, I set up a meeting with the President of the Chainsaws. The MC is notorious for shooting first and asking questions later,” Zero says.

“Okay, I'll send After and Mercy to be our shadows, make sure you take those fuckers out if they so much as blink wrong.” After’s response is a flick of her knife.

“Let Frost and Knight do the talking,” I tell River.

“Okay. Killer you and Snake can go to Seattle see if Gabriel DeMarco is going to be a long time issue. I suggest you meet with Marco too,” River says.

"And the bounty?" Texas asks.

"We keep Natasha here for now. Marcus wants his daughter safe. Once the shits settled we hand her back to him."

The meeting carries on and we discuss the pandemic that started affecting certain parts of the country and the entire world.

I tune them out as my mind recalls all the recent conversations I’ve had. If Sienna is here now looking for Diamond, surely she must know that Diamond is back from the secure location she was stuck in. Why didn’t Sienna just go to her? I never thought about that, unless it wasn’t Diamond she was looking for. I knew I needed to talk to her and find out what was going on.

Once the meeting is wrapped up, I go straight to Sienna’s room. I knock and surprise hits me when Natasha opens the door. It’s almost 10 at night.

Her back goes ramrod straight, and she looks at me in equal parts shock and something else I don’t want to decipher.

Her blue hair is shorter than the last time we met. Her face is bruised, with swelling on her left jaw. I’m a firm believer that most of the time we are responsible for what happens to us.

“Who is it?” Sienna asks in that strong high deep note voice she’s always had.

“It’s Killer,” Natasha says as she takes a step aside to let me in. The room looks good. It was one of the 5 left after we extended the Clubhouse. The next two bedrooms on the right were After and Mercy’s and the one on the left was empty.

Sienna didn’t know this, but the Club made an informed decision to install cameras inside the bedroom. One by the kid’s cot and two on either side of the bedroom corners. It wasn’t for spying, but more to protect her. I had a feeling the DeMarco’s would not play nice with securing the child.

Sienna is on the bed, covered partially with a sheet. Her attention is on Kaleb, who lying next to her, kicking his tiny feet. The kid is already showing signs of being a busybody. I walk in and take a seat by her feet, ignoring the woman standing behind me.

“How’s the pain? Hannah said she gave you something to assist?” I noticed the pills still sitting on the bedside the moment I walked in. Which means she hasn’t taken it.

She puts her lips together, looking uncomfortable, which I find odd.

“It’s fine,” She mumbles playing with Kaleb’s feet.

I take a deep breath and tilt my head, “Natasha, excuse Sienna and I for a moment.”

“Ah..”

“No, she’s alright where she is,” Sienna responds.

“Get out,” My voice comes out harsh and Natasha jumps and flees, which always worked on her when she was a kid. Victoria and she would climb the trees, spying on Jace and me to get extra pocket money from David.

Natasha closes the door, and Sienna glares at me.

“That was awfully harsh, don’t you think?” She asks, but it isn’t really a question, it’s more of an observation. A correct one.