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

If I was ever to describe home to Kaleb, Uncle Marcus and his long Sunday cooking lessons would be just one story I would describe to my kid. My uncle made the best mint and chocolate croissants ever. And Kylie’s bike lessons and years of mayhem would be another. Kylie taught me to ride a motorbike, she would get lessons from Killer and she would teach me.

Diamond’s crazy experiments and heated arguments with Kylie would be the highlight of his days, when I told him how Diamond threw Kylie in the pool during the middle of winter. And my favorite, our bike rides along the mountain where we would go so high and just lay there until the sun came up, just watching if momma was there.

The song plays, and like its eventual end, my memories fade away. Killer says nothing as we drive to the Clubhouse. When we arrive there are at least 20 people outside waiting.

“They seem like a lot, but really they’re just a bunch of pussies, besides Knight, stay away from him,” Killer tells me as the gates open and we drive inside.

“Well, kiddo, welcome to your new home,” Killer tells Kaleb, and I am wise to say nothing to that statement.

All the people from the Clubhouse crowd us in as we make our way to the door. Killer easily holds Kaleb to his chest, allowing all the members to look at my son. It brings a softness to my heart to know these scary men and women are cooing at my kid and taking me into their home. A strange woman who smashed into their gate and brought a heap of problems with her.

We eventually get inside and the smell of disinfectant and something akin to cherry blossom hits my nose. It is different, but a welcome smell.

By the time I get to the bottom of the steps, my stomach is discomforting, and so is my nether region as it throbs. I fret about bleeding through my clothes if I don’t make it to the bathroom in time. River, the club president I met earlier today, walks over to me and lifts me up, without even offering. I hold on to his neck.

“Thank you so much,” I tell the hulk of a man with greying hair.

He looks to be in his early forties, but I can see life hasn’t been too kind to him. Yet, there is a peaceful look in his gaze when he stares at me.

“Don’t mention it, when Beggar gave birth to Talin, we did this like 20 times a day. She couldn’t handle the kid crying for very long, so she’d get one of the women to take Talin and the men to bring her downstairs.”

He drops me down when we reach the 2nd set of stairs.

“Well thanks, but Ky, I mean Frost said I’m staying on the 3rd floor.”

“Frost isn’t the President, and it’s best you stay on the 2nd. We prepped a room for you, 3rd door on the right and the one next to yours is empty. So if Frost would like to join, she’s welcome in that one. Parenting ain’t easy and getting up and down those stairs is fucking difficult, especially when carrying 65 kilos extra. And no brother in this place is going to let you do that shit on your own, so let’s make life easy, what do you say?”

down the stairs without waiting for my reply, which clearly tells me he didn’t expect

feel a heavy gush of blood run down my legs. I rub them together, hoping no blood spilled on the carpet. For a clubhouse, the place was neat. There was not

to the room, and I barely have a chance

anxiety drops when I see the 6 packs of utility

you alright?” Killer asks, knocking

just need

on the floor, do you want me to

I’m fine,” I

clean myself up. The pain in my stomach is not one for the feint hearted. I feel

the

I say

Hannah sweetheart, can

god, yes, please.” She walks in and closes the door behind her and sees me on the toilet and I must admit it is also not my finest moment, but

sore and I can’t stop

rubs at her

her get

me. And the pain you feeling is probably because you opted for no meds after birth, which I found when I pulled up your medical details. But I thought you might change your mind, so I left something next to

bit, and then tightens her mouth, “Lemme help you get cleaned up and I’ll get you in bed, and you can get a bit of rest. You

embarrasses me further, and I am mortified, but I really can’t do it on my own. How the hell did I expect to have a baby alone? Maybe all those years, my Aunt Hunter forced us to go to Sunday church was not in vain, because the lord provided

takes a while, and eventually I am cleaned up with fresh underwear and a button down

daughter Jocelyn and all the problems she gives her. The girl reminded me of myself. Never a dull moment

leaves and I turn on my side lamp to see my new temporary bedroom. It’s

the walls are dark wooden planks giving the white walls a cosy but clean finish. The air in the room is clean, the carpet is a light thick beige luxury, perfect in case Kaleb falls, or heaven forbid I dropped him. I read up

Kaleb’s cot is set up a distance away. It is