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

Chapter 18 (Killer)

“Who’s Hannah?” Sienna queries.

“Dr Stiles, pregnant lady.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you knew her,” Sienna looks at Frost for an explanation.

“She’s our club President, River’s wife. Their daughter is going to marry Aron when he gets older, I just

know it,” Venus says.

“They too young to worry about that shit,” Bull says, and I watch closely as Sienna looks at him sitting

by the sofa.

She smiles warmly at him and I know she saw him and noticed him the moment he walked through the

door because that is Sienna. Her attention is attuned to everyone and everything in the room.

“Yeah, I doubt that. The two would probably bite each other’s heads off. Have you seen them fight?”

Frost queries.

“That’s how you know,” Venus says.

“Well, clearly, your idea of a happily ever after and mine is like using a chalk stick to light a fire,

useless,” Frost says.

“Can I hold the guy?” Bull asks, and Frost walks over to him and hands him the baby. His face softens

and I am sure it brings back memories of his own life and what could have been. Maybe there is still

hope for him yet.

“Hey little man, you got a fucking roar on you,” Bull tells the baby, and my eyes dart to Sienna who says

nothing about him swearing.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m going to swear like a sailor, he might as well learn now,” She says to me.

“At least you honest,” Bull says as his enormous arms nestle the baby to his chest.

“So you got a name for him or what?” Venus asks, and Frost rolls her eyes again.

“Oh, I’m sure he does,” She says.

I named him this morning, and I already signed the forms off, but to ease Sienna’s mind I asked

Hannah to send her some forms, to make her feel important.

Frost’s phone rings and she looks at the screen, frowning before answering it, “Speak,” She says and

waits for whoever it is. Her face goes all serious and she huffs, “I got you, we’ll head that way now.”

Frost signals Bull and Venus.

Bull hands me the baby and I take him, as Frost walks out the door, still on the phone.

“Wonder what’s that about,” Sienna voices out as she moves around.

“Probably club business,” I look down at the baby in my arms, and his eyes, which I heard can’t see

much of anything, look at me dead centre.

I move closer to Sienna, and take a seat on the bottom of her bed, as she fusses around.

“I really need to pee,” She says after more shaking.

“You need help getting up?” I ask, already knowing she does, but wanting her to say it for some

unnamed reason.

She groans and gives a frustrated grunt.

“Can you please make yourself useful and call a nurse?”

“Since you said please,” I say as I take the baby and put him in his crib. I turn and pull the blanket off.

Sienna glares at me, “What are you doing?”

“I’m helping you, now stop whining,” I tell her as I LIFT her and bend with her in my arms so she can

stand.

I wordlessly let her get to her feet. Her gown is closed at the back, but it doesn’t hide the shape of her

ass.

And yes, Sienna has always had a round firm ass that I’m sure many men have looked at and fallen

hard for as she left them in the dust. Because one thing I knew for sure was she never jumped in with

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She saunters to the bathroom, and I watch her, as her hair falls her back, knotted, from all her twisting

and turning. I should help her, but she’s going to have to walk sooner than later. My phone beeps with a

text.

I slip it out of my pants,

River: We just got word that The Chainsaw MC, are offering a bounty on Natasha’s head. Sent Frost

and Bull to check out how legit this shit is. Going to need you on this.

Me: Cool

I slide my phone back in my pocket as I hear the toilet flush, and soon after the water. My body is stiff

and I am tense by the time Sienna gets back. I help her into the bed and take a quick look at the crib.

She frowns at me, “Is everything alright?”

I consider lying, but I give it to her straight and watch as her own worried frown emerges.

“We need to tell them it wasn’t her fault, there must be something we can do, talk to them? We can’t

just allow them to get away with this,” She voices.

“That’s the plan, but if they dead set on this turning ugly, I’m afraid ugly is what it’s going to become.”

Her eyes slide to her baby and I know she is concerned about his safety, and it is more than Natasha’s

drama, there is something Sienna isn’t telling us. Good thing I’m a patient man.

“I thought they said I’m leaving at 3? It’s almost 4,” She says.

“I’ll get it sorted,” I stop at the door, and look at her, “Can you do me a favor?”

“What?”

“Call me Killer.” I walk out of the room and get the shit sorted.