Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 26

“I was hoping to go back to Liston Hills and see dad.” Her face drops and Frost’s face gets a pinched look.

“We are trying everything to get that shit sorted, but situations like that don’t dissolve overnight,” Frost tells her.

“You can train with Spade and myself,” Killer suggests, and that somehow makes my entire body burn with some unknown emotion.

Or better yet, an emotion I know well, but not say. It is crazy how old habits fall into place when the four of us are all together.

The only difference is now, I’m not the only one with a tainted past, we are all bit banged up on the inside. And Kevin Stone is no longer the subject of my affections, no he is definitely not that.

Her face lifts, and she smiles, “Sounds good,”

Killer puts the empty bottle down and lifts Kaleb to his chest to break his wind. After is about to tell him to use the towel but I nudge her and she coughs.

Kaleb breaks wind and spews on Killer’s shirt, wetting his chest with breast milk. He lifts Kaleb up and puts him on the other side. Natasha gets the towel and pats his chest, but his other hand holds her wrist from dabbing him.

“Leave it,” His voice is cold and After stiffens next to me.

“Why must you be a dick all the time,” Frost says, as she takes a beer from Bull.

Bull passes me a Fanta and I am not sure why I do it, but I shake the thing and open it, so it sprays Killer, Natasha, Jade and Bull. Natasha squeals, laughing and Killer shakes his head getting up with Kaleb who got some cool drink on his legs. Oops.

Killer walks with Kaleb to the river and I get up, listening to After and Frost laugh their asses off.

I take the towel from Natasha and head to the river, following Killer.

“Oh, come on, it was funny, loosen up,” I tell him as I bend down and dip the edge of the towel in water.

He puts Kaleb’s legs in the water and I move closer to him to clean my boy’s face.

“And what about mine?” Killer asks as he takes his glasses off. His eyes are a dream, and his chiseled face carved from stone. His surname definitely suits him. My mother used to tell, the Stones had stone hearts, and they were hard right until the center. You couldn’t break them, you had to chisel your way through and hope they eventually crumbled, or else you were out of luck.

“There you go,” I hand him the towel. He shakes his head.

“I have Kaleb, and you did this, not me,” Killer says. And my nerves go from mildly high to exploding in an overflowing fountain of nerves.

I lift the towel and wipe the orange liquid off his face. It’s intimate for me, and I look at his neck instead of his face, hoping everyone isn’t watching us.

“Sienna,” Killer whispers, like a breath, and I glance up at him, my mouth parts, and just for a moment I convince myself he is just a normal man.

We stare at each other and he never blinks, and the moment is intense that I shove the towel in his hand and walk away. Because in reality, Kevin Stone is no normal man, he is born to be a killer, a major part about him I should not forget.

“We leaving in 10, get dressed,” Killer orders me, as I walk to the others.

Frost throws me her keys for her bike and I catch it. Her face looks almost pensive, but she says nothing.

I take over 10 minutes to add on a jean, pee and get a biker jacket. I grab Frosts helmet from the shelf on my way out.