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

Chapter 16 (Sienna)

The beeping sound, bright lights and unmistakable smell is more than enough to tell me where I am.

The emptiness in my stomach is the icing on the cake.

Brown eyes, and that deep Southern twang filters in my mind, welcomed. My cousin Kylie is always a

welcome.

What had me not opening my eyes and rethinking my rushed flight to survive decision is the intense,

ice man with frozen blue shards that colored his irises. His sculpted face was always sharp around the

edges.

And I remember him growing up, when he looked at me, it was with nothing so much as a brief second

of irritation. Some things never change, and Kevin Stone is one of them.

“I know you up,” The voice that says that is unfamiliar, but I flutter my eyes open and directly across

from me stands a woman with dark long brown hair, a white coat that covers what looks like a bump.

“6 months. But I wish I was in your place right about now. The suspense is killing me.” She smiles as

she lifts the iPad to her vision, jotting down notes.

The urge to tell her she didn't want to be me is a string that wants to come out, but I bite my tongue. A

few days ago I wouldn't have been able to shut my mouth, let alone bite my tongue.

“My baby?” I ask, hesitant and scared. Did my baby survive?

She smiles and looks next to me. I follow her gaze and in a small cubicle wrapped in a blue blanket is

my boy. My heart drops with relief.

She goes to lift him and brings him to me; I take my baby in my arms and look down into his small, tiny

face.

My mother died when I was barely just a teenager, and my uncle Marcus Bray took me in. I was a brat

then, the worst of the worst but he loved me, anyway. When I called him nine months ago to tell him I

was pregnant and I didn't want my baby he said, I will. He told I will love my baby regardless of

anything because my momma loved me, regardless and he loved me too.

My eyes well up as I look into his close up wrinkled face.

Today I understand my Uncle’s words, my love is bursting. I lift his small body to my nose and inhale

his scent as he stirs.

His voice opens in a howl, and my eyes go wide. I look at Frost, and she smiles putting her magazine

down, and then at the Doctor who chuckles.

“You need to feed him, your milk will be watery for now, but it will come through fully after a day or two.”

I lift my top to give him milk, aware that Kevin is in the room. How can I not be when he is covered in

leather, tattoos and piercings?

My boy latches onto my nipple, and I flinch at the small but hard suction. I am in awe at his little mouth

and cheeks suctioning the milk from my body. Tiny fingers peak out from the blanket but move little

besides a brief stretch as his fingers go into little fists.

I focus on his brief movements and watch him drink, feed himself from my body as it hits me with full

force that this little man is mine to protect, mine to raise and care for.

My heart swells in love and a deep-rooted need to protect him from everyone sails over me. Hide him

away so no one would make him cry, or sad.

I have always wanted someone to call my own, and from a young age I went looking for it in all the

wrong places. Wrong people. Including Gabriel. When I found out I was pregnant I was scared, and

then Gabriel told me he was going to prison. I never wanted him to plead guilty, but what I wanted went

deaf in his ears. So much for love and happily ever after.

When his father found out I was pregnant, he wasn’t happy, so I made an informed decision and took

my chances and got the hell out of there.

For the months that followed I considered leaving my baby at someone’s doorstep, my Aunt Hunters to

be exact.

Now here he is, and I know I’m not letting him go.

“What are you going to name him?” That deep, impersonal, silent, deadly tone ends my small joy.

“I don't know.” I spent so long keeping him safe, running away, that I didn't even think about that. I was

more worried about saving our asses. Never did I consider he’ll one day need a name.

“No pissy names. He's a tough boy, got your lungs,” Kevin says as he stares at my boy drinking his

milk.

“Whatever she names him will not make a difference. He already has his club name.” My cousin walks

closer as I lift my boy off my breast and position him to the other one.

“And what name might that be?” I bite my lip as I suppress the urge to call her Ky. Uncle Marcus

warned me when I called him all those months ago. It was now almost 4 years after I watched my

beautiful cousin get shoved into the back of a cop car from the television screen. Kylie wasn't our Kylie,

she was Frost.

Now, as I lift my eyes to stare at my cousin with the big smile and keen brown eyes, I can see the ice

she hides. Killing the man you love to save another doesn't come without a cost of your soul, I know

that better than anyone.

“Wrecker, he wrecked our quiet night, wrecked my new carpet and wrecked our hearts,” She winks at

me.

“Have you seen the video? Spade took it to give Killer shit but I think you will enjoy it,” She moves

closer to me and gives my baby a brief yet familiar glance before she places her jean covered ass on

the bed next to me. Her rich honey and the intoxicating scent is familiar and gives me a sense of peace

as I look at the screen of her phone and watch the video.

I see Kevin cut my stomach open and tear it. I cringe as the wound beats with remembrance. The

sound is inaudible as my baby howls. I look down at my boy and I can still feel him sucking on my

nipples. It stings, and I remember from the bit of reading I did when I found out I was pregnant this

feeding was going to be a painful one in a few days.