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

“That is cheating,” Whisp declares, glaring at the Lethal Assassin. Mercy grins, picking up the pile of cash she just won. Of course, she cheated, it’s Mercy.

The room still smells of the grey and white paint we used to redo the walls for the 4th time after the place was almost shot to smithereens by Lucca Sanati’s men in a war we started 5-years-ago when we protected his wife from the sick fuck.

A war that was still going strong since he kidnapped my fucking sister and got his men to rape her while they recorded the entire fucking thing.

He was the reason my sister who was once innocent now chose a fucking gun over flashy shoes. He took that shit from her, and no amount of bloodshed will get that back. It toughened her up, but I never wanted that for my sweet Ky.

Lucca Sanati was a psycho who called himself the King of the outfit. Personally, I considered him a wussy of pussies. I haven't got the chance to inform the asshole of this because I was still yet to meet him.

I even went hunting him down to do just that, but he hasn't played his part with getting caught. Lucky for him I was a patient man, and I had a fuck load of time.

My sister was a survivor and knew I would get her the revenge she wanted. She knew it because she was now with me. My Club had become her club, and she earned her stripes just like the rest of us, proudly.

The clubhouse was doing alright, but it cost a lot of dough to be fine with my sister doing the decorating. A lot of that dough came from my pocket when she decided she couldn’t live with the budget the Club gave her.

Kylie wasn't rolling in her daddy’s Benjamins since she whacked my half-brother, Vincent, saving me the trouble of doing it. She got cut off from her mother and the government froze all her other accounts.

After a $6 million bail and the other couple of mill spent in lawyer bills, they granted Kylie her freedom only because of Storm, the Kanla Chapter’s Vice President who was fucking my sister behind my back.

We had words, Vice President, to Vice President. They weren’t words spoken from my mouth, but my knuckles had a fuck lot to say about that.

and I made her my responsibility, distinguishing most of the claim Storm wanted over her. He wanted my

was stuck to him for another 2 years. But once that clock ran its course, I was taking my sister with me and getting our asses on the road. I was the National Vice President of The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club and I agreed to them giving me the position because the thought of getting stuck in one place too long sent my body into a fever.

emotion like other brothers, but I seemed to enjoy spoiling for a fight. My logic was fucked up and if

my sister knew that my reasoning for not taking out Storm for touching what he shouldn’t was fuck all to do with him touching what he shouldn’t and everything to do

renovated. I left for a month this time, Kylie who we now called Frost, joining me for the first 4 days when I had to go check out the shit happening

wanted to redo the game room. I had to

as a fixture to the wall was a recent addition I approved of. My ass nicely seated on

and Raven, all of us from National. We spent days chilling

gone on club business for River. Snake, our National treasury still on his way from Liston Hills

paying the Club a ton of cash that even made my eyebrows rise to find someone for him. Thing is, he wanted Snake, because Snake was from Liston Hills, just like me, and if he asked

by when we were hunting down Lucca Sanati

be here for a few weeks at least, before we got back on the road. Mercy was happy to be back, going by her sexy grin as she slides my way. But After, who was scowling, as her fingers danced with the sharp blade

but I decided the best thing to do for now was nothing. Precisely what I have done. I was fucking brilliant at following my own advice and even better at forcing others to follow it too. There was a peg stuck up After’s ass. I had my suspicions, but I never said my part until I knew

he walks past the

loses,” Whisp gripes as Mercy and Spade both howl with

a seat next to me on the wall fitted bench as Mercy gets up and joins us, bringing me a cold

ago, Prez is still on

was dead to me, since they decided Kylie was

into chaos. The entire house goes from mellow

Spade and the others go for