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

“You can sign here, and your driver will be here any minute now,” Hannah says as she hands me the cap for the pen with her free hand.

“Got a name for him yet?”

“Kaleb Marcus Stone,” That deep voice has me gritting my teeth, but I say nothing. He got everything sorted out. And even though it is almost 5 in the afternoon, I am glad to get my kid out of this place.

“Hey Kills, thought you were heading out with River and Spade was getting Sienna?” Hannah says as she lifts little Kaleb to her nose.

“You thought wrong. Sienna and I need to catch up, don't we, Sienna?” My pulse kicks in as I shiver at the cold promise in his voice. A killer. I must remember he is a killer.

Hannah must not sense the double meaning and vow in his lethal voice, but even the 10 years since I have allowed him to see me cannot take away that knowing.

How could it, when this guy that is standing by the doorway of my hospital room door, dressed in black leather pants, a thin Henley cotton top, tattoos from his neck to his fingers, black earrings, piercings on his brow and blue eyes that promise you a wild night but also a gruesome ending has been the focus of my obsession since I was a little girl? He was my hero and as I got older; it grew into something more.

It cut deep when I found out at my sweet sixteen that Kevin Stone will never return my feelings because he was unfeeling. The young prodigy.

Now I am a 28-year-old woman, pretending to be younger than what I truly am, and he is the person I want to be the furthest away from.

He takes my son from Hannah and the baby bag goes next. I smile at the wrongness of the picture. The badass biker with a kid.

“I didn't know you were a Stone,” Hannah says as she rubs her protruding belly.

Bray,” I tell

with a different surname,” Killer

Sienna, who has

when the little demon was

out of

says nothing as I hand her

Killer,

response has me

into the elevator and

with the price of hospital care they’d install a voice controller in the elevator by now.”

give me him to me to hold by now.”

arm.” His words sober my lulled mood easily. Any comeback mute as we get to the ground floor.

become a crime boss always overshadowed his desire to have a life with me. It was the reason I left so many times. Why I kept going back was something I still don’t understand. He was cute, and great in the sack, and yes, he was an amazing guy to spend my hours with, but he was mean, cold and distant at times. His need for power came at a high cost, and it filtered into not just my life but my sons. And I

get to a big white Range Rover, and inside at the back is a

places him

my leg to get inside. A sharp pain pokes into my abdomen and I make a funny

on

days,” His voice is so close to my neck I can feel his breath on