Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 29

It was the day of the party, and even though our state was going into lockdown, the club decided having an in house party didn’t qualify as breaking the law.

Kaleb was with Beggar, a woman I met twice. Once after Killer dropped me off after our bike ride and vanished for the rest of the afternoon on his own and the second time when she came to fetch my kid telling me she’s on babysitting duty with her husband Zero.

She assured me she’ll let me know if Kaleb needed anything.

It was one evening, and I wanted to be the mother of the year, but I really wanted to attend the party too.

Hannah, who also left her 13-year-old daughter with Beggar, reassured me these moments were far too few to let them slide and one night would not brand me worst mother of the year. So here I am, in a black mid-length dress and a purple 4-inch-heel.

I styled my hair in waves down my back and kept my make-up to a minimum. Most of the women in the Clubhouse dressed up. Chadley, Jade, Frost and myself decorated the lounge area and cleared the room to make a temporary dance floor. Apparently bikers loved to jive.

Frost took it a step further by adding a disco ball and some decorations. Which I admit looks freaking fantastic.

The place looks great and the energy in the room is electric. The men are dressed and showered and the women are looking sexy with heels and revealing tops.

Knight, Spade and Snake set up the poolroom for the guys and Venus and Whisp decided they’ll man the bar. Since Whisp belonged to Texas and he didn’t like parties and Venus was not drinking at the moment because of health reasons, no one objected.

Which leads me to now, standing by the wall, with a glass of orange juice, watching some guys and women dance.

After and Bull are sitting outside having a ‘chat’.

Storm is stationed in front of the makeshift snack table, trying to chat up Frost to no avail. Frost is taking the no communication rule a step further and refusing to even say a word to Storm, which I find rather amusing. I should go save him the trouble, but I choose not to get involved. TONIGHT is about me. Well, if I can relax. I miss my kid right now.

“Dance with me.” It isn’t a question, and since I doubt anyone else is going to ask me, I get up and take Knight’s hand.

His hand engulfs mine as the next song starts playing.

Danielle Bradbery, worth it, begins playing.

He imprisons me close to his body, and someone stops me from holding Knight with a hand on my neck. Knight’s face transforms from smiling to utterly shocked as he lets my hand go.

I turn my head, as Killer grips my waist and swings me around. My breath leaves me in with a whoosh.

His fingers span my back as he gazes at me like I am more than just me. My spine bends as I look to the ceiling. He lifts my back up and I gawk at him, and in this moment I forget who I am. I lose track of all the reasons we shouldn’t. His blue eyes hypnotize me, that all I see is him. He’s so close, but not close enough to get out of his spell. Killer was supposed to hate me, and push me away, but since I got here, he is bringing me closer.

“You keep pushing me away, but Sin, you gotta leave me with something.” He doesn’t wait for me to answer as he breaks the spell and tugs me closer toward him.

My face goes to his chest and I inhale, the sandy scent that will always belong to him. He sways to the music. I never knew Killer could dance, nor did I know he could say things that leave me wanting something I never knew was available to me.

The song finishes and I make to move, but Killer has other plans, and I turn my head to look at him, as Lukas Graham, Lie, plays next. The women around all make noise as he arches his eyebrow at me.

Such a foreign human emotion coming from Killer. I shake my head as he dances. His body is lithe and moves with the flow of the song as he holds my hand, spinning me toward him.

Some guys and ladies whistle and make obnoxious sounds. The world spins for a moment before I am close to his body. I’m laughing as he smiles, showing his pearly whites.

It feels so surreal, like I am dreaming. The room erupts as the other bikers all start grabbing partners and dancing. WE dance for plenty of songs and my feet ache from the long hours the night before but the pain of it is dull compared to the fun I’m having.

I dance a bit with Spade and Frost, then again with Killer. The night ends as the first touch of the sun breaks through. My body feels like it went through a grinder, but inside I am burning with life.

Killer takes my hand and beckons me outside. We walk to the top of the Hill and sit as the first touch of sunlight kisses the river. This right here is peace.