Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5)
Chapter 2 (Taylor)
The helicopter just dropped us off on the tarmac, Harlin and I were told to wait here, outside the helicopter. I kneel in front of my sister. We’re waiting for the men in black that saved us to come down from the helicopter. My hair is blowing all over the place. I’m so tired, but Harlin is panicking. We do not understand where we are and mommy didn’t end up fetching us. Truth is, I don’t think they are ever fetching us.
“I just wanna go home, Taylor. Why won’t we go home to McKinney? I swear I’ll eat spinach, please Taylor,” Harlin cries, her big blue eyes scared and I know that look. This isn’t good.
I grab her on the top of her arms and shake her, “Harlin listen to me, you can’t lose it now, you need to hang in there for a bit longer. If they see you go crazy they will separate us, do you understand?”
She cries louder and I turn my head around to see the one man coming from the plane.
My attention snaps back to her and I shake her harder, “You understand Harlin,” I snap at her the way daddy did when she got all weird. And she nods her head and looks at me before staring at the man coming toward us.
The big muscular man is younger than the bald one and the old uncle with the beard. He has a long nose, and deeply burned skin. He was the only one who really spoke to us. He said we’ll be safe. He talks funny like the people from Rico’s Pizza shop. But I like him, I trust that he is telling us the truth, we will be safe.
“Come on, there’s a car waiting for us. The rest of the guys would wait here,” The nice man says to us and I grab Harlin’s hand.
“What’s your name?” Harlin asks as we follow him.
“Agent C.”
actual name,” I respond. Feeling a lot braver
legs paining with each footfall I take. My stomach growls in
to the other side of the tarmac and the place takes us to what looks like a school. We see the black car with a man standing outside of it. He is even
into the car with the tall man jumping in the driver's seat. We
like Mansions and
and black gates block us
Taylor,” Harlin expresses this with sticking her head out
up with lights. We stop in front of the house where another man is waiting for us in a black suit. He is older than my
Harlin grabs onto my hand as I get out of the car first. The
the door smiles at us, his face is warm and he looks like a good man. Not like the ones by the
out his hand, “I’m Marcus Bray, what
hand and smiles, “I’m Harlin and
but keeps his smile, looking from Harlin back to
Are
next week, Taylor’s