Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5)
Chapter 2 (Taylor)
The helicopter just dropped us off on the tarmac, Harlin and I were told to wait here, outside the helicopter. I kneel in front of my sister. We’re waiting for the men in black that saved us to come down from the helicopter. My hair is blowing all over the place. I’m so tired, but Harlin is panicking. We do not understand where we are and mommy didn’t end up fetching us. Truth is, I don’t think they are ever fetching us.
“I just wanna go home, Taylor. Why won’t we go home to McKinney? I swear I’ll eat spinach, please Taylor,” Harlin cries, her big blue eyes scared and I know that look. This isn’t good.
I grab her on the top of her arms and shake her, “Harlin listen to me, you can’t lose it now, you need to hang in there for a bit longer. If they see you go crazy they will separate us, do you understand?”
She cries louder and I turn my head around to see the one man coming from the plane.
My attention snaps back to her and I shake her harder, “You understand Harlin,” I snap at her the way daddy did when she got all weird. And she nods her head and looks at me before staring at the man coming toward us.
The big muscular man is younger than the bald one and the old uncle with the beard. He has a long nose, and deeply burned skin. He was the only one who really spoke to us. He said we’ll be safe. He talks funny like the people from Rico’s Pizza shop. But I like him, I trust that he is telling us the truth, we will be safe.
“Come on, there’s a car waiting for us. The rest of the guys would wait here,” The nice man says to us and I grab Harlin’s hand.
“What’s your name?” Harlin asks as we follow him.
“Agent C.”
respond. Feeling a lot
my legs paining with each
like a school. We see
us into the car with the tall man jumping in the driver's seat.
big houses, like Mansions and castles everywhere. We drive up a long road
black gates block us from going
enormous, Taylor,” Harlin expresses this with
gates open and we go down a long driveway lit up with lights. We stop in front of the house where
and Harlin grabs onto my hand as I get out of the car first. The place looks so fancy that it is only then I realize
old man by the door smiles at us, his face is warm and he looks like a good man.
takes out his hand, “I’m Marcus Bray, what do I call
one takes his hand and smiles, “I’m Harlin and that’s
frowns but keeps his smile, looking from Harlin back to
Are You?”
5 next week, Taylor’s