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

Chapter 20 (Sienna)

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. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“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?”

He winks and turns around, heading back down the stairs without waiting for my reply, which clearly

tells me he didn’t expect one.

I meander my way to the room just as I 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

even a stench of smoke in the air.

The door is open as I get to the room, and I barely have a chance to look around as I rush to the

bathroom.

My anxiety drops when I see the 6 packs of utility towels in a shelf stacked one on top of each other.

“Sin, you alright?” Killer asks, knocking on the bathroom door.

“I’m fine, I just need a moment.”

“I saw the blood on the floor, do you want me to ask…”

“I said I’m fine,” I snap.

He is quiet and I think he is gone as I try to clean myself up. The pain in my stomach is not one for the

feint hearted. I feel like I was butchered and put back together.

A knock sounds on the door again, and I groan.

“Go away, Killer. Fuck,” I say in annoyance.

“It’s Hannah sweetheart, can I come in?”

“Thank 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 at this point I am done caring.

“My stomach is so sore and I can’t stop bleeding and it hurts everywhere.”

She stands there and rubs at her own belly before smiling.

She walks around and I watch her get wet wipes and hand them to me.

“This will clean you up quicker, trust 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 your bed that won’t harm Kaleb.”

She stares at me for a 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 are going to need it for the next few days. A single mother

doesn’t mean you have to do it all on your own.”

I say nothing as she 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 me with a clubhouse full of bounties.

It takes a while, and eventually I am cleaned up with fresh underwear and a button down night gown to

make it easier to feed Kaleb.

Hannah brushes my hair in the bed, telling me about her daughter Jocelyn and all the problems she

gives her. The girl reminded me of myself. Never a dull moment when Sienna Bray was around.

“Thank you Hannah,” I smile at her, truly grateful. She leaves and I turn on my side lamp to see my new

temporary bedroom. It’s quite large, with high wooden beams on the ceiling, and two lights dangling

from thick chains.

Around 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 about stories of people who dropped their kids.

The bed I am lying is a queen-size, with a white leather headboard and matching duvet. Kaleb’s cot is

set up a distance away. It is a dark oak, wooden cot and looks almost new.

Around his cot is a feeding chair, changing table, bottles, diapers, a baby bath and tons of toiletries, I

doubt he would ever finish.

My door opens slightly and Natasha walks in, her face still messed up from the beating she took, but it

doesn’t hide her smiling face as she practically pounces in the room and hugs me. I pinch my face in

pain but hug her back for a bit.

She stands to her full height and I see the tears in her eyes.

“I didn’t know you were pregnant, I wouldn’t have…”

“Oh, come on, it’s water in the Atlantic. It was my choice to come. It’s on me. He is safe and sound.

Well, I hope so because I don’t know where my son is exactly,” I tell her as she wipes her eyes with her

long t-shirt and ruffles her short blue hair. That is Natasha for you, always herself.

“He’s with the big biker guy, the bald one,” She tell me as she crawls over me and hops into my bed.

“So how does it feel to be a momma bear?”

“Sore. My nether regions are on fire and I didn’t even give birth. It feels like someone took a saw and

cut me open with a blunt blade and then stapled me together after removing all my intestines.” Natasha

laughs and the two of us talk about babies and all the gross things I should expect with having a boy.

We also try to conjure up who he might look like, and although we talk about nothing important, it is

everything at the same time. Because that is the thing I have always loved about Natasha, is her

easiness to just be in that moment. Who cares if we were both fucked because we chose the wrong

men, or if the one was dumber than the other?

I needed her today and like always she showed up, just like I would. Not only for her but Kylie,

Diamond and anyone of the people I loved. Because I loved a lot and sometimes love made us do

stupid things, like rocking up to a crime scene almost 9 months pregnant because my cousin was

crying and said she needed me.

Yeah, I had plenty not so glorious moments, but having Kaleb and knowing he is my boy, makes all the

bad, nothing but a memory.

“Can I hold you for a bit, Sin?” Natasha asks me and my heart breaks for her. We agreed to not tell

anyone the whole story, the fewer people knew the better.

“Sure.” Natasha helps me in a comfortable position so I can get some rest and places her arm over my

waist. I close my eyes as her familiar arm holds me close. It doesn’t take me long to fall off to sleep.

“Taylor, do you think I’m normal? I don’t want to be normal,” We sit at the park, just 2 minutes’ walk

from home, mommy and daddy are making hamburgers. They are my favorite part of Fridays.

“No, why would anyone wanna be normal? It’s boring, Dirk Majori is normal, and he digs his nose,

Carla from your class is normal and she smells nasty. Besides, you can’t be normal because you

related to me. And Harlin is hardly a normal name.” Harlin giggles and drops her head on the ground,

and I tickle her as she screams.

It’s so beautiful here, I just want to live here forever. But like always, the man without a face comes. He

stands there with his hand open, waiting for me. I know I have to go to protect Harlin, to protect

mommy and daddy. He always comes for me and I always go.