Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 23

The flight to Seattle goes quickly, and after an hour’s drive we are arriving at the Prison.

After signing in, and a talk with the warden, we wait for GABRIEL. He takes his time to get to the phone, and I lift it up.

“So what brings you two fuckers all the way here?” He has changed. I remember Gabriel, he was once a close friend to Aliyana, before she married Marco and the shit fest started. His once innocent face is stained in sin, and the distant look on his face has lost any of his childhood charm.

The Made-man’s curse. How the fuck he chose this over a woman and child is beyond my understanding. But he has, and now he’s tucked in this shit hole eating crappy food and sleeping with one eye on his makeshift knife and the other on his dick.

“Came to congratulate you,” My words are short.

His mouth thins, “Sienna had the baby? Are they safe?”

I shrug, but it’s on purpose, “Depends, is your father going to be a problem?”

He rubs his hand on his face and touches his nose.

“I’m not sure. She went after my fucking brother and uncle. Letting that slide is a show of weakness.”

“Maybe a show of weakness will be a good idea, she’s under my protection. I have no qualms ending a generation or two,” I tell him, and it is the truth. If I had to take out every DeMarco, I would.

“Fuck, Killer, you asking me to shoot a bull in its face,” Gabriel says.