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

10 Years ago

I’m not sure why that hurts like a sucker punch to the gut. I’ve always felt like an outcast when I was younger. My mom insisted I attend a private school, the kids didn’t like me as much as she hoped.

But I didn’t want her to worry, so I pretended I was the happiest kid on the block. But when I came to stay Liston Hills, I never felt that way. Even though I was the scariest girl in school and I lacked any desire to be nice, I had my cousins and the Stone family too.

And at times, when he came around, I had Kevin. Regardless of our age difference, we had a few moments over the years. Some were bad ones, others were good, but mostly it ended with me running away.

“Come on Sin, it’s almost 1am, I’m sure we still have time for a quick ride. You game?” Kylie grins, and I stare at her brown chocolate eyes that screams of an innocence I’m not sure I ever possessed.

My mother once said innocence was a rare gift to receive upon birth, but the lightest to lose its way. Deep down she knew mine slipped from my grasp years before I even understood what it was.

“I’m always game, Ky, Ky,” I wink and smile as she groans at the mention of the nickname she got from Diamond.

We take less than 15 minutes to get home, and another 10 to grab the keys for the garage and get our gear on to ride.

“We should totally use those new helmets Papa bought,” suggests Kylie, as she goes to grab them, handing one to me. I don’t mention how angry Uncle Marcus is going to be when he finds out we took it without permission. We knew they were ours but I gathered yesterday, any gifts bought would not be handed to either of us. I was still in trouble for swearing Ms Drier, and Kylie was in major shit for knocking her ex-boyfriend.

saddles hers, before the following suit. She has

next to us as I’m securing my gloves. I want to roll my eyes when Mason, Natasha and Kevin jump out of the black

I stayed at the

seemed like a fake. We hung out a few times, mostly climbing trees or sitting on the porch having Aunt Hunters famous ice-tea. I recognized his keen interest in anything was just fake

was lying to myself and the scariest part of it was that I was aware of all the reasons I woke up every morning pretending to be someone I was not. But Kevin had no excuse, and even if he justified it in his mind, he was a fraudster. When I was much younger, my dad always said the mind didn’t know

day I saw Kevin, something wasn’t right with him. He lacked depth. It was a month after my 12th birthday did I understand how unfeeling he was. Kylie and I were out in the gardens playing with Uncle Hector’s golf balls, and

explosives to the balls and put them behind the rose bushes, and lily’s so whenever the gardener, Arnold, got

the explosives were really so small.

us to quit it. Obviously we didn’t listen, and when he stepped near the rose tree, Kylie tripped the switch.

a piece of it got stuck in his arm. It looked painful, and we both ran to see if he needed to go

in fascination. A part of me felt strange seeing the blood run down his arm as he stared at his sister. She studied him for a long time, and I just stood

to touch him after Kylie turned and ran away, but Kevin took a step back. And even though he looked at me, I finally saw it. He was empty.

I never existed, or maybe I did to

her away from me. It was a good thing too, because I was the worst influence. I was a virus, that once I got my claws

mom. I did it to my friends, and I knew I was doing it to Kylie. She didn’t realize it yet, but one day she would, and by then it would

scared?” Kylie