Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5) novel Chapter 21

Once dinner is out of the way, most of us head to Church. Since the attacks from the Outfit, the Club installed better security.

The basement where we held our club meetings was the only place that didn't have an alternative security system installed. The room came soundproofed and already installed with top end security. We also equipped it with our Clubs food and a few other medical supplies plus ammunition if we ever had to use it as a panic room.

But with almost 17 fully patched members LIVING here, we had to think about extending this place. Because fuck, it was getting full.

I switch the air conditioner on as River finally settles his ass down. Storm, Bull and Frost were not joining us. Since Bull was on baby duty, he was upstairs with Sienna and Natasha. Storm and Frost were on their way to meet another client. The trip was a 3 hour drive to the meeting place. Frost was the best one we had when it came to negotiations.

"What do we have?" River asks Zero getting straight down to business.

"Where do I start, they have a rap sheet so long, I'm going to need a week to finish it? Unless some brothers are up for a bit of research the next day or so." I watch Zero from my shadowed part of the room. He has changed, married life has changed him. The brother was always falling for new women when I met him, but all he really wanted was a family to call his own. The Club gave him most of it, and when Beggar walked into his life, she filled in the rest. They were both broken and went through a fuck load just to be together. At one stage I was convinced Beggar was going to have to stay on the road with me, after she killed Zero’s brother. He didn’t deserve her so I didn’t mind at the time, but I saw how the distance affected her and although she seemed fine on the outside, she was dying slowly on the inside. So I got involved and broke a fuck ton of laws to get her back on this side.

Turned out well for them.

Snake and Spade take up his rare, the two looking agreeable to assist him.

“Email me the file, I’ll start with it,” Snake says. His extremely quiet recently. More so since he went home. Why he kept going back to Liston Hills boggled my mind. His brother stayed in L. A and his parents were the nastiest of scum to walk the planet.

Snake and I grew up together, we joined the army together and fuck; we fought together and here we are still together. Yet, I never understood his need to be wanted. He reminds me of Sienna. She always wanted attention, even if it was getting shouted at, or suspended from school. Growing up, she would do something like replace the history teacher’s flask with an identical one that was filled with whiskey. And the man was a recovering alcoholic.

I never understood her deep innate desire to attract attention, but then I never had the emotional intelligence to do so. When I joined the army, they taught me how to use other parts of my body, and its responses to understand human emotions. It helped a lot when it came to my family. Especially my sisters. I still called Victoria like clockwork on a Sunday. She was touring in New York, her band was doing well, and she was at the beginnings of Super stardom.

She never could understand me, so I always smiled with her, cracked a few jokes and gave her a few hugs. But Frost, she always knew. From the time I was a boy, and I fell off the tree, my sister knew that I was different and like the person she is now, she was then.