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

“I was hoping to go back to Liston Hills and see dad.” Her face drops and Frost’s face gets a pinched look.

“We are trying everything to get that shit sorted, but situations like that don’t dissolve overnight,” Frost tells her.

“You can train with Spade and myself,” Killer suggests, and that somehow makes my entire body burn with some unknown emotion.

Or better yet, an emotion I know well, but not say. It is crazy how old habits fall into place when the four of us are all together.

The only difference is now, I’m not the only one with a tainted past, we are all bit banged up on the inside. And Kevin Stone is no longer the subject of my affections, no he is definitely not that.

Her face lifts, and she smiles, “Sounds good,”

Killer puts the empty bottle down and lifts Kaleb to his chest to break his wind. After is about to tell him to use the towel but I nudge her and she coughs.

Kaleb breaks wind and spews on Killer’s shirt, wetting his chest with breast milk. He lifts Kaleb up and puts him on the other side. Natasha gets the towel and pats his chest, but his other hand holds her wrist from dabbing him.

“Leave it,” His voice is cold and After stiffens next to me.

“Why must you be a dick all the time,” Frost says, as she takes a beer from Bull.

Bull passes me a Fanta and I am not sure why I do it, but I shake the thing and open it, so it sprays Killer, Natasha, Jade and Bull. Natasha squeals, laughing and Killer shakes his head getting up with Kaleb who got some cool drink on his legs. Oops.

Killer walks with Kaleb to the river and I get up, listening to After and Frost laugh their asses off.

I take the towel from Natasha and head to the river, following Killer.

funny, loosen up,” I tell him as I bend

in the water and I move closer to him

a dream, and his chiseled face carved from stone. His surname definitely suits him. My mother used to tell, the Stones had stone hearts, and they were hard

him the towel. He

and you did this, not me,” Killer says. And my nerves go from mildly high to exploding in an overflowing fountain

face. It’s intimate for me, and I look at

glance up at him, my mouth parts, and just for a moment

each other and he never blinks, and the moment is intense that I shove the towel in his hand and walk away. Because in reality, Kevin Stone is no normal man, he is born to be a killer, a major part about him I should not

dressed,” Killer orders me, as I walk to

for her bike and I catch it.

to add on a jean, pee and get a biker jacket. I grab Frosts helmet from the shelf on my way

up seconds later with a new t-shirt that’s identical to the one he had on. I turn

from Killer it means more to me since he was the reason the

shield up. I slip the biker gloves on, picking my left foot up, turn the key and enjoy the blissful feel of the rumble and

does the same, and I let him lead as I follow closely behind him. He signals a left turn when we get to the

go faster, as the familiarity of

he turns his head to check on me. The faster Killer goes, the faster I follow.

with a machine. We ride for a good hour. Killer signals me to take

greenery blind the dirt road from the main road. Killer slows down when we get to what looks like an abandoned bus stop and an entrance to the

bike as I swing

lifts his head up to the sky