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

Chapter 11 (Killer)

“Sienna.” The name and shock echoes through the air as Frost announces to all of us who it is we are

dealing with or what.

“Hey Ky, I think my baby is ready to come out, you mind helping me? And I got a present in the trunk

for you,” Sienna’s chirpy voice says, but I can hear the grit in her tone.

I push them aside, “How's the spine?” I ask her, ignoring her unsettled gaze.

“It’s good.”

I put my hands under her legs and behind her back, and drag her out, using my legs as I lower my

body to lift her up. Once she is close to my chest everyone moves out of my way as I walk her toward

the house. She is fucking heavy, and the rain doesn't make it a fucking simple task.

River stands by the door waiting for me, “Take her to the lounge, Hannah is 5 minutes away.” He

moves out of the way just in time as I move to the lounge area to put her on the dark brown lounge

suite Kylie made me buy after her fucking fit with the place.

Sienna shivers as her back arches. Mercy comes to her other side and rips off her lower pants as she

screams. After and Frost drop to the floor with Mercy.

“I need you Killer, she's ready to pop,” Mercy says in a firm but loud voice.

I give orders as my body and mind go into focus. I have done this before, for someone in this very

room. I look at After as she drops her eyes. Yes, memories have a way of haunting even the tough

ones. Sometimes those memories aren’t things they want to remember. We throw everything on the

coffee table to the ground.

I focus as I get the guys to help lift her to the long coffee table. I just needed to look at her opening to

know she will not handle a natural birth.

Mercy injects her with a hefty dose of morphine straight into the bloodstream as I throw alcohol over

the blade handed to me and burn it. I dip the blade in the bowl of water Frost brings, and I cut a line

across the stomach as Sienna gets drowsy. My subconscious mind can hear Spade telling the others to

leave the room, but I am focused on the task as I tear into her stomach.

Birth is a messy thing I would never choose to do. I cut away the thin membrane around the baby and

put my hand inside her body, gripping the infant by its neck and slowly sliding it out of the body.

I turn the kid upside down, shoving a finger in the mouth. The howl fills the air and everybody erupts in

happiness. The after birth, liquid and other shit comes out as I hear the sirens. The paramedics are

quick as they apply the drips and stitch her up. The lady takes the baby from me, and hands me a

scissor to cut the umbilical cord.

She wraps the child in a blanket, still bloody and crying. Everything happens in a quick succession. My

hands are covered in blood as I watch them, still as a statue as they take her away. Sienna is back.

The paramedic looks at me with the baby in her arms and smiles, “You did wonderful daddy, he’s a

strong boy.” She grabs her bag up and places the baby in a plastic cot.

I say nothing but stare at him. His body is so tiny, fragile. Easy breakable. A sense of protectiveness

shadows me, and I know I would have to protect him from his mother too.

Frost nudges me, “Lets follow them.”

I nod, and we rush to the 4x4 outside. Raven and Spade jumping in at the back.

We arrive at the hospital just as they carting Sienna and her boy inside. Raven and Kylie rush off to

follow them. I look down at the blood on my hands, realizing I didn’t wash them. My phone rings and I

slip it out of my pants pockets, checking the caller ID. I frown, seeing River’s name flashing.

“What happened now?” I ask as my way of answering.

“We checked the boot and found Natasha Bray inside. She’s saying she’s FROST’S sister.” The name

has my mouth tightening. I should have known where Sienna goes, Natasha follows. Why did I

presume after all these years Natasha would realize on her own that Sienna was a magnet for

problems?

“I’m not surprised. Get her settled, I’ll let Frost know.”

“Your brother phoned, he…” I put the phone down on his ear.

I head into the hospital, and the smell of sickness clogs my senses. I’m going to have to clean my body

and mind after this. The lady at the reception area gives me a look I know all too well, as her hazel

eyes drop to my jeans, and up my white t-shirt that’s splattered with blood.

“I’m looking for the woman who came in with the paramedics,” My eyes don’t blink as I stare at her

waiting for a response.

“Are you the father?” She almost sounds sad, and since I have no qualms about lying, I give her my

fake smile.

“Yes, do you want me to sign in?” Her disappointment shows on her pesky face. She’s pretty, with long

structured cheekbones, strong curved jawline. Knight considers that an attractive woman.

I consider it flesh and bone. She is bland like most woman are, shallow, and probably a lousy fuck that

thinks doggy style, is living on the edge. Not for me.

“Yes, you can sign here.” She hands me the electronic board and I sign myself in as Peter Stiles.

Hannah was going to have a hissy fit, but when has she not! Since the woman found out she was

pregnant, the world around just made her angry.

“What floor is she on?”

“Miss Bray is on the 6th floor, in the private suite, room 202. Dr Stiles will be in shortly. Mr Kerby, our

pediatrician is currently with your son. Are you related to Dr Stiles?”

“No,” I say as I walk down the lobby and get to the elevator. I don’t wait long for the doors to open and Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

press the 6th floor. This is the part where I am supposed to bring her flowers and put on a happy

fucking face. Well, that is what I did when my brother, David’s ex-wife gave birth to my nephew, Aron.

The boy and I were close. I didn’t have to pretend with the kid. He knew I would keep him safe and give

my life for his. He was turning 12 this year, and I was going to keep him for the summer, so he could

stay out of trouble while his father began his campaign for elections.

My brother’s need for power didn’t gel well with me, and I wouldn’t vote for him. Since his wife cheated

on him, he never moved past from that. His head has always been up his ally, and in the process he

pulled Aron down with him.

The kid didn’t deserve that shit, and I was fucking thrilled when Michael told me David was sending

Aron to Liston Hills to stay with my mom.

I wanted nothing to do with my family, but my mother was a trophy compared to David.

The doors open up to the 6th floor, and I see two nurses walk past in their flowery outfits chatting. I

head straight for the doors that say Maternity ward and ring the button. It buzzes open and the fact that

they don’t even come and check who the hell is buzzing pisses me off.

What if I were here to kill someone? Sienna still hasn’t told us what shit she dabbled in this time to rock

up pregnant. I remember the last time she saw me, her eyes pleading to stay.

She couldn’t then, and she can’t now. She has to get her kid and get the fuck out of here as soon as

possible. I’ll give her money and make sure the two of them are safe for Frost’s sake.