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

10 Years ago

I’m not sure why that hurts like a sucker punch to the gut. I’ve always felt like an outcast when I was younger. My mom insisted I attend a private school, the kids didn’t like me as much as she hoped.

But I didn’t want her to worry, so I pretended I was the happiest kid on the block. But when I came to stay Liston Hills, I never felt that way. Even though I was the scariest girl in school and I lacked any desire to be nice, I had my cousins and the Stone family too.

And at times, when he came around, I had Kevin. Regardless of our age difference, we had a few moments over the years. Some were bad ones, others were good, but mostly it ended with me running away.

“Come on Sin, it’s almost 1am, I’m sure we still have time for a quick ride. You game?” Kylie grins, and I stare at her brown chocolate eyes that screams of an innocence I’m not sure I ever possessed.

My mother once said innocence was a rare gift to receive upon birth, but the lightest to lose its way. Deep down she knew mine slipped from my grasp years before I even understood what it was.

“I’m always game, Ky, Ky,” I wink and smile as she groans at the mention of the nickname she got from Diamond.

We take less than 15 minutes to get home, and another 10 to grab the keys for the garage and get our gear on to ride.

“We should totally use those new helmets Papa bought,” suggests Kylie, as she goes to grab them, handing one to me. I don’t mention how angry Uncle Marcus is going to be when he finds out we took it without permission. We knew they were ours but I gathered yesterday, any gifts bought would not be handed to either of us. I was still in trouble for swearing Ms Drier, and Kylie was in major shit for knocking her ex-boyfriend.

following suit. She has on a black biker jacket, and I have

he never treated the kids differently. A car comes up next to us as I’m securing my gloves. I want to roll my eyes when Mason, Natasha and Kevin jump out of the black BMW. I expected Kevin to be in a muscle car, like a mustang, not this sleek sedan. The last time I saw him, almost

car? When I stayed at the

the life of me understand why he always seemed like a fake. We hung out a few times, mostly climbing trees or sitting on the porch having Aunt Hunters famous ice-tea. I recognized his keen interest in anything was just fake because I was a lot like him. I was living a lie that I convinced myself was true.

all the reasons I woke up every morning pretending to be someone I was not. But Kevin had no excuse, and even if he justified it in his mind, he was a fraudster. When I was much younger, my dad always said the mind didn’t know the difference between what we told it, and what was real. I know from experience now, that if you tell yourself a lie some many

right with him. He lacked depth. It was a month after my 12th birthday did I understand how unfeeling he was. Kylie and I were out in the gardens playing with Uncle Hector’s golf balls, and like all kids, we were up to

explosives to the balls and put them behind the rose bushes, and

the explosives were really

Obviously we didn’t listen, and when he stepped near the rose tree, Kylie tripped the switch. She was

exploded and a piece of it got stuck in his arm. It looked painful, and

A part of me felt strange seeing the blood run down his arm as he stared at his sister. She studied him for

back. And even though he looked at me, I finally saw it. He was empty. And it scared

from him after that day, but my eyes never missed him. My gaze always watched, even in the shadows. Over the years, he learned to pretend I never existed, or maybe I did to some extent, but it was

the other Stone brothers, I was a destructive influence to their sister, Victoria, so they kept her away from me. It was a good thing too, because I was the worst influence. I was a

doing it to Kylie. She didn’t realize it yet, but

are you scared?” Kylie asks Kevin in a mocking tone as Mason and Natasha head