Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 8

10 Years ago

I march past him, and he grabs my arm. I glare at him, as he tightens his hold around my flesh and bone, “Whatever you thinking about doing, don’t,” His warning is clear.

Pulling my arm out of his reach, I head upstairs, straight to my room, slamming the door closed.

This is my hell, this is the price I pay everyday just to be closer to her. But my time is ticking, I’m 16 soon and before I go, she needs to know. Diamond needs to know I am alive.

Even if it means risking my life. What about hers, a voice whispers?

"Sin, get your behind downstairs," Kylie shouts as I grab my other boot from under the bed. I cringe when I see the amount of clothes nesting by my headboards legs and the middle of the floor.

I have never been the neatest and although I had my cleaning moments, it never lasted long enough to make it permanent.

Uncle Marcus made it clear. When we turned 13, we were all to clean our own rooms. Uncle Marcus said it would teacher us to have the willpower to finish what we started. The only thing I learned was to make sure I could afford a cleaning service.

The house staff only cleaned our rooms once every 2 months and that clean sparkling feeling only lasted for a day, if not hours.

I tie my shoelace of my boots as Kylie yells again.

"Keep your panties outa your ass, jeez like it," I screech and Kylie laughs so loud I can hear it from my bedroom.

Finally, I get downstairs and head to the back of the house where she is waiting with a big naughty grin. She recently cut her hair to the shoulders, but she still makes it look good. I wished she'd grow out her hair for a change.

"Are you ready for your present? I ain't waiting for the party. You look good though."

I looked great, my blonde hair was curled into waves down my back, and my black dress was a tidbit daring with the 6 fingers above my knee but loose enough that uncle Marcus wouldn't throw me into an early casket.

The ankle boot was my birthday present from my friend, Xander. I met Xander 3-years-ago. He was a new boy at the time and absolutely gorgeous. He was also partially Italian, although he didn't talk much about his upbringing besides his obsession with fast cars, which he got from his dad. He was one of the select few I didn’t scare him away.

"Yes, show me," I say as she beams, literally grabbing my hand and pulling me I almost tumble on my own two feet.

"Diamond, we coming through."

We head to the west wing where the entrance to the pool is and the library, plus my uncle’s gun museum.

"Momma said Xander was coming tonight, you can finally have that first kiss." Kylie says as we worm our way through our home.

"Xander? Yeah, that will not happen since his altercation with Aliyana in Washington."

Xander and I were close, as close as one would be if they had a big secret they weren't allowed to share, but close.

However, last week Kylie and I went to Washington to sort out her new place at WU, and we attended a party on the Campus. We also invited Kylie's new friend, Aliyana Capello.

The girl was cool, and I liked her friend Lorenzo, the sister Elisa, however, just rubbed me the wrong way. There was definitely something not right, I would know. I have lived a lie most of my life. I even convinced myself it was all true.

But when we got to the party Xander showed up, and he wasn't all smiles and delights, he was serious and looking for Aliyana. The entire altercation didn't turn out well, since they both were Mafia kids on different sides.