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Chapter 68

Author: Shan R.K
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-01 03:18:06

Hannah

The motorcycle club pushed the gangsters out and kept any riff-raff from entering Kanla since.

The bikers never really kept to themselves. From the first day they rode into town, it was never a secret that they lived here. Some of them have since opened businesses.

Others were building properties, hiring locals and creating more job opportunities for our residents. A few of them even volunteer around the town.

They protect our small population and in return, we adopt a don't ask don't tell policy. We all know they are a group of Ex-snipers and soldiers who still work for the government.

We aren't sure what they do in that farmhouse all the time but I heard rumors that I'm not too keen on confirming its authenticity.

The finer details are something I am still not sure of because it isn't my business but like all the folks in Kanla, I'm just glad to have them around.

I was so close to skipping this small place when the drug gang moved to town because as much as I lov
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    Hannah I know my mouth gaps open, I feel it. I have to close it and open then close it again before I scowl. I'm not only affronted, but the blush creeping up my neck is the exact answer this arrogant and way too knowledgeable biker wants to hear. It's a shameful thing admitting to myself that I haven't been fucked in a long time. The truth is, after Landon, no guy has held my interest beyond a day. Those days were two, one with Raine Donovan, the local hot chef. He was my poor attempt at a relationship. When my colleague, Lisle Donelly, who might I add is fifty-eight, stated that she was getting fucked four times a week, I needed to know if I still had what it took. It didn't end well. Nearly a year and a half after that was the town playboy Deputy Gregory Deane, Kanla's deputy sheriff. He wasn't anything to sneeze about, blond hair, light brown eyes with a rippled six-pack was something women drooled over alone, add in the badge, and who c

  • The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club   Chapter 73

    Hannah Are you insulting my kid?" I'm aware my loud voice has dropped, and the calm façade is now in its place. River's face goes from relaxed to defensive in seconds."Fuck no, I was giving you advice." "It didn't sound like advice, I'm pretty sure it was an insult." I know my face is all sticky and my hairline too. Also, I probably look like a sick freckled tomato, but I still scowl at him. River's blue eyes narrow as his teeth lock, his jaw flexing in obvious irritation. Hah, it looks like his true nature is coming out to play. Too bad I got no time for games. I'm about to say just that when he bellows, "Why would I insult her when I agreed to build her a fuckin' treehouse that's going to put me back a coupla grand? I didn't come here to listen to your bitchin' Hannah." "You did what?" I know I'm screeching, and Ms. Drew is going to come outside and explain to me again the 'correct' behavior of a good Christian woman.

  • The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club   Chapter 72

    Hannah "You must be Hannah, Daisy Jane told me alota 'bout you," He says this as he peruses my body without making it too visible but noticeable enough to get his point across. This biker is definitely checking me out in front of my kid. "Well, that's just great for me and a shame for you because she never mentioned you," I point out straight-faced. Eyes narrowing, he stands there staring at me, not saying a thing. Ring covered fingers lift to rub aimlessly on the dark scruff of his jaw when I don't drop my own. What will it be like to touch a rough chiseled face like his? It has been a while since I've felt a man's rough skin against my fingertips. There's no reason why I deprive myself of something I could have so quickly. Maybe it's because I had it, and I allowed myself to get sidetracked by it. Or solely because I spent so many years trying to please a man that didn't want me. Truth is, there

  • The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club   Chapter 71

    Hannah "You killers, I wish someone smashed you under a bike," Jo yells loud enough to inform the entire neighborhood. "Jo, that's enough," I say in a quiet but firm voice pulling her closer toward me with the Popsicles still clutched in my hand. She doesn't listen to me, and I'm winded when she elbows me by mistake (I hope) and forces me to let her go as I drop the Popsicles on the ground. My kid doesn't go kicking the bike again but stands there with her arms folded and a big angry scowl on her tear-filled face, and I see this as I bend my head looking at her instead of the two men. The heat is scorching, and I'm tempted to pick up the Popsicles I dropped on the ground and shove it between my breasts. But I don't think it'll be appropriate behavior with the men who are both off their bikes watching my girl and Caden. He is standing a few feet in front of Jo with his arms folded across his small chest

  • The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club   Chapter 70

    HannahTwo weeks in our new place and it's finally feeling like home. Jo has been spending even more time with Caden since he stays a few doors down while I spend more time on my studying. As grateful as I am for the job I have, the Lord knows I don't like it. I need something challenging, which is why I'm finishing off med-school part-time.It isn't easy, but I have enough credits to do it. Add in the Harvard letter I received a few years ago when I decided to go down this road, I'm finally able to complete my four years. It would take me another six years until I'm done, but I'm okay with that. I have nowhere to go, and I'm in no rush to finish it, well, not much of one. It'll be nice to make more money and not have to worry about counting my quarters for once. I'm sitting by the black plastic coffee table outside with the floral umbrella stuck in the center. My notes lay scattered on the table, while my chipped coffee cup stands to the side, where a bee currently buzzes ab

  • The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club   Chapter 69

    River The brown glass body of the beer I've been nursing for way longer than I'd like sweats as it slowly loses its cool. The Italian fucker tied to the plastic chair that's positioned in the middle of the lounge area with a black bed sheet acting as a floor rug sweats as he loses more blood. A few days ago, I was on my way to Idaho looking for a lead on my latest assignment. Today I'm in the last place that I want to be in. I am back home, in good ole' Kanla. I knew I had to return to it all eventually, never thought that day will be anytime soon. It's an easy seven years since I've been back and while the people are the same the place looks different. I expected old feelings of guilt to return but there was nothing but anger and determination. A lot of it had to do with the reason I was even in Kanla. Just thinking about the whole thing almost has me laughing while watching this waste of space bleed. When I arrived a few hours after a clipped word from our National Pres

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