Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 28

“Diamond is safe with Michael, he won’t let anyone get close to her. But she isn’t the same, her mind has completely lost any form of reality.”

Killer drops his hands off my body and I yearn for the feel. For just one more second, but his words sober me up.

“What do you mean?” I am puzzled by the notion of Diamond losing her form of reality.

“Sienna, Diamond is going crazy. The government sent her back, they signed her off as mentally unfit for duty.”

I frown at what I am hearing. Diamond was never crazy. She was destructive and at times she went into her own head, but not to the point of madness.

“When was this?” My stomach drops because I know my sister, blood or not, and over the years I watched her from afar for as long as I could. She was dangerous but crazy, no.

“About 8 months back. Frost tried talking to her, but she lost her shit and started screaming at her to get out. Michael developed a brain wave program to calm her mind, so we left her with him. But he keeps her in his penthouse with that shit playing the entire day.”

“Does your brother have cameras in the house?”

“YEAH, why?”

“I need to see them,” I tell him. This story just didn’t sit right with me.

“I can get it, how long are you looking for?”

“Three weeks?”

“Is there something you wish to share?” Killer asks me as his eyes drop to my breast.

“Not until I’m sure, can we swim now?”

“Yeah,” He says and we walk back into the water. We spend the next few hours swimming and it’s good to have something to do that doesn’t comprise worrying about tomorrow.

We get out of the water on the side we came in from. The mosquitoes bite my legs and feet as I dry myself. Killer stands behind me, waiting. I throw him the towel as a bird soars over us.

He places the towel on the ground and pats next to him.

“I thought we’re heading home now?”

“Nope, let’s enjoy the last bit of this before we get back.”

I laugh as I plant my ass next to him.

“Are you enjoying my company, Kevin Stone,” I drawl, in a thick Southern accent.