Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 19

“You can sign here, and your driver will be here any minute now,” Hannah says as she hands me the cap for the pen with her free hand.

“Got a name for him yet?”

“Kaleb Marcus Stone,” That deep voice has me gritting my teeth, but I say nothing. He got everything sorted out. And even though it is almost 5 in the afternoon, I am glad to get my kid out of this place.

“Hey Kills, thought you were heading out with River and Spade was getting Sienna?” Hannah says as she lifts little Kaleb to her nose.

“You thought wrong. Sienna and I need to catch up, don't we, Sienna?” My pulse kicks in as I shiver at the cold promise in his voice. A killer. I must remember he is a killer.

Hannah must not sense the double meaning and vow in his lethal voice, but even the 10 years since I have allowed him to see me cannot take away that knowing.

How could it, when this guy that is standing by the doorway of my hospital room door, dressed in black leather pants, a thin Henley cotton top, tattoos from his neck to his fingers, black earrings, piercings on his brow and blue eyes that promise you a wild night but also a gruesome ending has been the focus of my obsession since I was a little girl? He was my hero and as I got older; it grew into something more.

It cut deep when I found out at my sweet sixteen that Kevin Stone will never return my feelings because he was unfeeling. The young prodigy.

Now I am a 28-year-old woman, pretending to be younger than what I truly am, and he is the person I want to be the furthest away from.

He takes my son from Hannah and the baby bag goes next. I smile at the wrongness of the picture. The badass biker with a kid.

“I didn't know you were a Stone,” Hannah says as she rubs her protruding belly.

“I'm a Bray,” I tell her.

“Kid is safer with a different surname,” Killer interjects.

“You realize that Hannah is talking to me, Sienna, who has a mouth to talk. As you can obviously hear.”

“Was wondering when the little demon was going to play.”

“Wonder no more,” I snap. I know I am groggy since I have waited the last hour to get out of here. And while the CLUBHOUSE doesn’t seem like the ideal baby destination, it is the safest for us now.

Hannah smirks but says nothing as I hand her the discharge papers signed and sealed.

“Can I hold my baby now?” I ask Killer, but we all know it isn't really a question.

“No, let's move,” His blunt response has me rolling my eyes, typical Stone behaviour.

We get into the elevator and Killer presses the ground button.

“Don’t have babies,” I tell Killer as he gets into the car.

“I don’t have a womb. So the point is mute.” He starts the car and maybe it’s the relief from leaving the hospital, or the fact I was starting a whole new adventure, but his answer just makes me laugh and I do, I laugh. It’s kind of freeing after all these months, hiding out and shoving my stomach with fast foods.

My baby cries, and I slap a hand on my mouth. My eyes are wide with equal parts panic and distress.

Killer surprises me when he grins and shakes his head, “Kaleb doesn’t like his momma’s laugh.” My heart constricts at the sound of momma, I never thought I would hear that word from someone’s mouth let alone this mans.

The car is automatic and I watch Killer’s hand as it goes to the back, and although I CAN’T twist, I know he is patting Kaleb. My heart swells.

“Well, that isn’t working,” Killer says as we turn the corner, and he gets onto a long stretch of road, while Kaleb howls to the moon. My boy has a set of lungs.

“What are we going to do?” I ask him, since he is so calm.

“Well, normally when Beggar is with Talin and she cries, she puts the music on,” He says and puts the radio on.

James Arthur, quite miss home plays on the radio.

And my heart constricts, remembering a few months ago when I spoke to Uncle Marcus, and this song played. My voice captures the words and I sing. My mood grows dim as Kaleb quietens down and I close my eyes, remembering Liston Hills.