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

Chapter 27 (Sienna)

I take out my jacket first and lay it on the sand, bending down I remove my riding boots. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

My pants and t-shirt go next and I thank my fucking common sense that I wore an actual bra, and it is

white and padded.

I pull my panty right and I look at him, to find him staring at me. He studies me as he slips his shirt off

and oh, fuck, all that is holy.

Damn, he has a fantastic body. His tattoos are colorful and take up his entire torso.

His body is completely ripped and lean. He slips off his pants.

“Don’t look at me like that, Sin,” He says and a rush of embarrassment turns my face crimson. I rush

into the lake.

The water is clean as it splashes with my entry.

I see the fish as I go deep and take a dip not thinking of the predator who is about to join me in deep

waters.

Killer enters as I turn to face him. He’s wearing a sleep shorts. I always took him as a Jockey’s man but

then who really knows Kevin Stone. Sometimes I wonder if he even knew himself.

“Let’s swim to the other side, I wanna show you something,” He gestures, and takes a deep dive into

the lake.

I follow him as he swims ahead of me; trying not to notice his wet hair and the fact that we are

swimming in a lake. The two of us, alone.

Could it be possible that Killer likes me? Surely not, he is the one who kicked me out of my hometown.

Well, I did almost kill Diamonds dad and knock my cousin out, which the latter was a mistake.

We swim for a while and my arms tire out. I worry about my breast milk. Surely this won’t affect my

breast milk.

I consider this until we stop and there is a line of sand and rocks preventing us from going to the other

side. Guess the lake ends here.

Killer walks up to the side, and I follow him. He takes my hand and pulls me so I can follow him. His

fingers are rough, he always had gigantic hands even as a boy.

I let it slide and not think too much on it. We walk a bit and stop at the beginning of the river. He points

to the other side and I follow his finger and I can’t help but start laughing.

“Can they see us?” I ask and start yelling and jumping. Killer laughs, and it sounds foreign but

welcomed in a way that my body gets flustered as I realize my boobs and ass are probably bouncing all

over the show. But I am done caring about things like that. I had a kid and frankly my body still looked

great.

“They can’t see you, but good try.”

“This place is fantastic. A hidden gem,” I say.

“It’s truly something. I’ll bring you one evening and we can make a fire and watch the nightlife come

alive.” I hear him, but say nothing. All I can do is smile and enjoy the moment.

He drops my hand and turns his back to me. I frown, because I have no idea what’s he looking at. I

follow his gaze, but there is nothing but trees.

He turns around, his face is closed off, which is a norm with Killer. But I get the sense something isn’t

right.

“I went to see Gabriel,” He says and I frown. Why he is telling me this. I didn’t want to hear about

Gabriel, he left us so he can become a Mafia boss..

“He spoke to his dad, and he called me today. His family is dead set on revenge. Aliyana’s hands are

tied since your death doesn’t affect the good of the world.”

“I already knew that,” And I did.

“So you lied to me, why? Sienna, if they find you, it isn’t just you who is going to suffer, that boy, you

love, he will never make it to see kinder garden.”

“So what do you suppose I do? I fucked up, alright, but they were going to kill my sister. Do you think I

don’t know she’s staying with your brother Michael? Do you honestly think they don’t know?”

He pulls me close to him, and he considers me with harsh intent. He touches my scar on my stomach,

the one Diamond left 10 years ago.

“Do you remember what she did to you? Yet you still risk your fucking neck for her, why? I don’t get it

Taylor.”

I scream, “No.” And push him, he wisely lets me go.

“Don’t fucking call me that, I love her alright. She’s my fucking sister. What more must I say? And I

don’t give a fuck if we share blood or not,” I yell and I know I am scowling and throwing my hands

everywhere. But he makes me so mad.

“Say you’ll put that boy first from now. Tell me you will protect him and do what’s needed to keep him

safe. Tell me, and fucking mean it,” Killer’s words hit me and I burst into tears.

He pulls me close, holding me to his chest. He smells like dirt and sand, which reminds me of home,

when things were simpler, and everyone just played their part.

I cry harder with how safe I feel being embraced by a lethal man, this one. Even if it is just for a

moment.

Sad thing is, I can’t remember the last time I was held in a man’s arms. The last time was Gabriel’s,

and I didn’t know it then, but it was the last hug I would ever get from him.

Not sure my knowing would have made it sweeter, because his choices left a bitterness to every sweet

moment we shared.

Truth is, this moment with my tears falling down my face, in the arms of a killer, doesn’t bring any

sweetness either. Killer is right, my kid needs me more than my sister and now is the time to finally let

her go. I’m not sure if I can, but I am certain I' can keep a promise to put my boys’ safety above all else.

I nod my head, making a vow that from now I will keep my boy safe and put him first. Diamond needed

to learn to keep herself safe from now. If she ever needed me, I’ll be there but not at the expense of

Kaleb’s safety. Whether or not I want it, I am a mother now. And truth is, I want it.

As much as I tried to protect the ones I loved, the price always cost me something. And with Diamond,

the price was always high.