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

Your love is like a cocoon, the thought of it, drenched with the idea of your beauty, like a butterfly, splashed in color, but the reality is like a moth, ordinary and simple. I don’t know why I keep hoping you are different.

Sienna Bray ,

12/08/2020

There were many ways to describe Kevin Stone. I’m sure we all had our own words about the Ghost, but his presence, and his frozen gaze as it stared into the cruxes you thought were hidden, was the most common. Growing up, I wanted to believe there was something dormant in him, that his unfeeling soul had an inkling of emotion, which didn’t surround his need to protect the ones he loved. I wanted to believe many things when it came to Kevin Stone, and at 16 I was sure I had him pegged.

I didn’t know then what I knew today. But it was at the tender age of 16 did I get my first actual glimpse into the man we likened to a ghost. I saw the spark of something real in him, but it wasn’t aimed at me. It was her, always her, Natasha Bray.

I want to say, or better yet, I should say she didn’t deserve him, BUT she did. Natasha deserved way more. It was him who was lacking. Kevin Stone had one vital fault. He was without emotion except when it came to her, and even then, I wondered to what degree his emotions ran.

I remember the last time I saw him; it was 10 years ago; I was a wild girl living a lie, and he was my executioner.

Liston Hills

10 years ago

The night is still, with the stings of a winter’s kiss. I take in the crisp air, as my fingers burn from the effects of its nakedness exposed unduly long to the harsh stagnant weather. My feet, though wrapped in boots, wail for heat.

“I’m not getting my hide turned for this Sin, Papa is going to be ten shades of mad if we get caught.”

I remind Natasha as she picks the school’s lock. How

any cellphones or torch lights. We went on a whim. My Uncle Marcus was home, and when he was around, he kept his eyes on us constantly. We

Ky is already in deep shit, after she knocked

it,” I respond without

run over Sienna, Ky could’ve killed him,” She babbles as we open the gate and

were. Tonight was the night to prank the football players at Liston High Public School. I’ve always wanted to a part of the action, but my cousins never allowed me too. Which sucked, but this year,

we both duck down as light

grab her hand as I secure the bag on my shoulder and we run,

insisted I attended a Private School. Which meant it was prankster night, and since

Mason calls out as we near

been anymore softer?” Jace Stone, says to

cousin, Kylie Bray’s brother. Long story short, her mother married his dad and they pro-created, not just one, but three children. When my mom passed away, Kylie’s mother, Hunter, looked

I don’t miss staying at the Estate during that summer. Their sibling rivalry didn’t extend to swearing each other, but apparently beating the crap out of one another was

my cousin Kylie, and he was a father of more than

David’s anger. So, when he knocked on

The three of them would take me to all kinds of places. My favorite was the woods on

climb the trees and wait for the birds to show up. Natasha wouldn’t tag along when Mason was around, and since he was always around, it was just

Mostly Kylie, since Natasha preferred spending her