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

10 Years ago

He rode like the bike was glued to him, and the only way to free himself from it was to go faster, to push harder. I was certain as I put my arms around his leather jacket and felt the hard ripples under his clothes he trained just as hard. He was honorable, unlike me, a liar with no honorable reason. He chose lies to make his family happy and pretend he was like them. I lied because I was selfish.

We take the 2nd left and two rights before we are on the back road. Locking my arms tighter around him, he bends as we take the sharp turn and straightens just in time as we hit the bridge, passing the river.

The mountains in this region were a thing of beauty. I have always loved Liston Hills. I spent most of my younger years in different parts of Texas. When I got older, I stayed with my mom in Miami.

My mother was fantastic, in every way I could describe her.

She never complained, she was always smiling and full of life. Every holiday she’d bring me to Liston Hills, and we’d spend Christmas morning riding up these mountains. She loved her bikes, and fast cars.

She loved these mountains too.

We ride up the mountain road at a fast but steady pace. Kevin makes the ride feel easy. The wind blows my hair as the impact of the wind seeps through my jeans.

The ride is long and freeing, I could never get used to it.

There is something said about the one willing to put their life on the edge and surrender to the throttle of a machine. Which is why we overcome the fear of falling to have this moment.

Only it will be better if I were the one riding it. But I have to admit Kevin is an expert rider.

It’s later, or later than it already was by the time we make it to the top. I remove my helmet as Kylie grabs the blankets from her saddle.

“You’re a natural,” Kevin compliments as a small grin touches his face like a shadow. I want to believe it is natural, but something tells me I am missing something.

The little I knew about Kevin Stone, he didn’t smile unless it was for a reason, and I was certain the reason did not revolve around praising someone. But, as I inhale the air, I choose to give him a little benefit of the doubt. People change all the time.

little rusty around the corners. But not too bad.” Kylie laughs at my comment and Kevin just shrugs as he turns and walks to the blankets Kylie set up on the floor.

spot to watch the sunrise in Liston Hills. It seemed like a majestic site when you saw it from up

Kylie. She takes my hand, which we have done since we were

momma is watching me?” I ask the same

soon to be 16-year-old daughter at the back of my bike,” Kevin is

liked you,” I tell

her either, she had

the barn,” Kylie

date,” I continue with a smile as a tear travels down my cheek.

momma burst into a fit of tears. He didn’t take long to find Craig Sawyer and show him

my confession and I am glad Kylie is holding my

wanna know what I

chasing you around the

me, and true to word she always did.” Kylie’s memories cause a pain in my heart. The thought of her makes it hurt more, because she was my momma, even if the life I lived

makes my saliva lodge thick in my throat. There is a whole new meaning to that question and an answer I couldn’t mention to either of them. Was I ready? The answer was no. In actual fact, I wasn’t even

sure I’ll get

just realized?” Kylie interrupts and I am

I say,

12 months younger than you,”

I keep my voice low and casual but hoping I get a genuine answer.

next year. I’m grounded until doomsday,” Kylie answers and relief washes over me

on the wrist compared to jail time. You lucky he didn’t press charges.” Kevin is right. Kylie could have

out 10 mill to keep Dexter in check,” Kylie says but her words say she doesn’t believe

you really think Marcus needs to cough out anything?” Kevin’s question makes my suspicions about Kylies’ feelings for Dexter run