Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 33

“I can’t believe he was lying this whole time,” I screech.

Frost rubs my back as Mercy sits with Kaleb on the bed, playing with his feet. I walk around the room, in circles, because my brain feels like it’s moving in circles.

“I can’t believe he kissed you,” Frost says like it is puzzle she needs to solve. I didn’t even want to think about the kiss. I kissed him back, after he wanted to kill me. What the hell was I even thinking?

“Oooh, Killer got a girlfriend,” Mercy says in a sing song voice and I glare at her. But she must not be scared of me because she just smiles.

“I am not his girlfriend.”

“Okay, we have been in this room for half n hour saying the same shit, point is, my brother as dim witted and obviously has feelings for you and you have always felt something for him, so maybe you guys should..”

A knock sounds at the door, and I look at Mercy and Frost with horror.

“It’s him,” I hiss in a low whisper.

“Sienna open the door,” His voice is low and Frost gets that evil smile on her face as I jump on her.

“Don’t you dare,” I screech holding onto her, as she tries to get me off.

Mercy walks over and unlocks the door and I quickly jump off my cousin and straighten my shirt.

“What do you want dipshit,” Frost says, standing by the door, blocking me in.

“Take Kaleb downstairs, we’ll be there soon,” He tells Frost and she stands there doing nothing for a moment. My shoulders drop in relief and it’s short lived when she bends her head, and Mercy wraps Kaleb up. I stand in complete shock as the both of them leave.

“Sorry Sin, he’s a VP,” Mercy says on her way out. Traitor.

Killer stands by my door, barefoot with jeans and a t-shirt. Why does he have to be so hot but such an asshole?

“Came to finish the job?” I ask him, we might as well get this over with.

“Something like that, sit down SIENNA,” Killer closes the door.

“I’m okay standing.” I place my hand on my hips, aware of the man in the room.

He takes a seat on the edge of my unmade bed and rests his face on his hand.

“Do you know who Natasha reminds me of?” His question has my temperature rising.

“Some girl you bonged at a club?” I snipe.

“No, the girl who haunts me at night that I can’t close my fucking eyes without seeing her face.”

My mouth tightens, and I look everywhere else besides at him.

“Is she dead?”

“I convinced myself for years she was gone, because I told myself she was way more than an unfeeling fucker like me deserved. But no matter how hard I pushed she was there. You were there, Sienna. I looked for you these last 10 years, contemplating whether I wanted to kill you or kiss. I finally had my chance and the latter won.”

“No, I don’t believe you, you hurt me. You are an unfeeling asshole,” I scream at him, walking closer to the bed where he sits, looking like a man. He is no man.

Killer gets up and grabs me by both wrists, “Do you honestly believe that Sienna? Do you think I’m lying? I am an asshole, fuck, but do you honestly think I am lying to you?”

“I wouldn’t know, let go of me.” He drops my hands but doesn’t step back and neither do I.

“Kiss me,” He says, and I look at his lips.

“No, just leave, okay.”