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

Chapter 8 (Sienna)

10 Years ago

I march past him, and he grabs my arm. I glare at him, as he tightens his hold around my flesh and

bone, “Whatever you thinking about doing, don’t,” His warning is clear.

Pulling my arm out of his reach, I head upstairs, straight to my room, slamming the door closed.

This is my hell, this is the price I pay everyday just to be closer to her. But my time is ticking, I’m 16

soon and before I go, she needs to know. Diamond needs to know I am alive.

Even if it means risking my life. What about hers, a voice whispers?

"Sin, get your behind downstairs," Kylie shouts as I grab my other boot from under the bed. I cringe

when I see the amount of clothes nesting by my headboards legs and the middle of the floor.

I have never been the neatest and although I had my cleaning moments, it never lasted long enough to

make it permanent.

Uncle Marcus made it clear. When we turned 13, we were all to clean our own rooms. Uncle Marcus

said it would teacher us to have the willpower to finish what we started. The only thing I learned was to

make sure I could afford a cleaning service.

The house staff only cleaned our rooms once every 2 months and that clean sparkling feeling only

lasted for a day, if not hours.

I tie my shoelace of my boots as Kylie yells again.

"Keep your panties outa your ass, jeez like it," I screech and Kylie laughs so loud I can hear it from my

bedroom.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Finally, I get downstairs and head to the back of the house where she is waiting with a big naughty grin.

She recently cut her hair to the shoulders, but she still makes it look good. I wished she'd grow out her

hair for a change.

"Are you ready for your present? I ain't waiting for the party. You look good though."

I looked great, my blonde hair was curled into waves down my back, and my black dress was a tidbit

daring with the 6 fingers above my knee but loose enough that uncle Marcus wouldn't throw me into an

early casket.

The ankle boot was my birthday present from my friend, Xander. I met Xander 3-years-ago. He was a

new boy at the time and absolutely gorgeous. He was also partially Italian, although he didn't talk much

about his upbringing besides his obsession with fast cars, which he got from his dad. He was one of

the select few I didn’t scare him away.

"Yes, show me," I say as she beams, literally grabbing my hand and pulling me I almost tumble on my

own two feet.

"Diamond, we coming through."

We head to the west wing where the entrance to the pool is and the library, plus my uncle’s gun

museum.

"Momma said Xander was coming tonight, you can finally have that first kiss." Kylie says as we worm

our way through our home.

"Xander? Yeah, that will not happen since his altercation with Aliyana in Washington."

Xander and I were close, as close as one would be if they had a big secret they weren't allowed to

share, but close.

However, last week Kylie and I went to Washington to sort out her new place at WU, and we attended a

party on the Campus. We also invited Kylie's new friend, Aliyana Capello.

The girl was cool, and I liked her friend Lorenzo, the sister Elisa, however, just rubbed me the wrong

way. There was definitely something not right, I would know. I have lived a lie most of my life. I even

convinced myself it was all true.

But when we got to the party Xander showed up, and he wasn't all smiles and delights, he was serious

and looking for Aliyana. The entire altercation didn't turn out well, since they both were Mafia kids on

different sides.

Kylie and I mostly stayed out of it, but when all the parties involved had their say, we told Xander and

the others to fuck off. Not my best moment, also not my smartest since Xander was actually the

innocent one which I later found out. And yes, I believed him.

But innocent or not, I was not getting involved with any Mafia children. No way in hell.

"Sin, you need to let bygones be bygones. We just saw him at the wrong time, and as he said, he is

innocent. And to be quite frank, I believe him."

"I believe him too, but I don't like him that way,"

"Do you like Diamond? It's okay if you role that way, I totally understand." She pulls me faster after

delivering those words, and my heart rate spikes with unease.

"No, I like boys, just not Xander. He isn't my type."

"Xander is everyone’s type. What? Are you fucking blind? The guy reeks of sex appeal."

"Then you kiss him,"

"Maybe I will do more than kiss him."

"Hurry you two, the suspense is killing me," Diamond screams and I can hear she is outside by the

pool.

We get to the back of the house and slide open the pool doors. The black glass magnet doors hide

most of the pool area. My uncle always said a see through glass door showed clutter and he never did

well with clutter.

I step outside onto the patio and look around as Kylie leaves my hand and walks over to diamond. I

look at both of them and my heart tugs seeing Kylie with her dark hair and Diamond with her golden

locks. Would we have looked similar? Would I have stood next to her holding her shoulders like Kylie

is?

I have to tell her. The both of them beam at me, and I paste a smile on my face, waiting for the big

reveal.

"Well, we thought since it was your birthday and all and you were looking down, this morning we'll

cheer you up."

"Where is it?" I ask.

They both look at each other and even though I couldn't say it, I Am jealous. I would never have that.

Diamond holds something in her hand and walks over to me. She looks stunning with her mid-length

royal blue dress on and green and royal blue shoes.

"There you go." She opens her hand and in it is a key.

"You didn't." I look up at Kylie and see her smile hugely.

"I so did. Papa said it was the best idea. He said a car would come in handy when you attend WU."

"Kylie, I don't know what to say." Diamond pulls my hand and when I reach Kylie, I hug her as a tear

falls down my cheek. How the fuck did I get so damn luck?

"Say nothing, let’s take it for a spin."

"Alright, don't you wanna change for the party first?"

"No, I’m perfectly fine with what I am wearing."

I wish I knew before I jumped in the car, how my birthday would turn out. Maybe things would have

been different and the last 10 years would have never happened. I know it is said that to regret your

past is to deny yourself peace of mind. But regret is the only thing I can do, because saying sorry for

the choice I made, well, that would not happen.