All Chapters of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Sienna 10 years later To my Darlin’ Sin Love was something I thought was never meant for a man like me. But since that day you stole my bagel and sat on my table, I knew that I was wrong. You walked into my life like a guardian angel with devil wings, and each time you left, a piece of my soul left with you. My love, I know, was not an easy ride; it was dark and suffocating, but I always told you, genuine love is never smooth on the crevice, it’s jagged, filled with a kaleidoscope of colors. I was a bit too jagged, and parts of me spilt onto you. I have watched you these past 6 years, walk into my life only to leave a bit tainted each time. But like all soul mates, you found your way home to me. And maybe it was my selfishness that caused all of this. My desire to be loved by you, turned into a cruel obsession and I hurt you. I’ve never wanted to have to do this, but I am afraid that a coward is always that, a coward. I have left you, and I know upon my leave, you

KillerRiver called us this side after an intense meeting with another biker club wanting shelter in Kanla. It was the reason of calling in National and the reason for us stopping by when we were hunting down Lucca Sanati and dealing with other club shit. 5 fucking years, and the man still eluded us. How the fuck he got that right was something I wanted to know. I knew before we arrived that we were going to be here for a few weeks at least, before we got back on the road. Mercy was happy to be back, going by her sexy grin as she slides my way. But After, who was scowling, as her fingers danced with the sharp blade in between them, wasn’t too pleased to be stuck. I contemplated talking to her, but I decided the best thing to do for now was nothing. Precisely what I have done. I was fucking brilliant at following my own advice and even better at forcing others to follow it too. There was a peg stuck up After’s ass. I had my suspicions, but I never said my part until I knew all the de

Killer “Reception called ahead,” She says when I don’t sign in straight away. I take a deep breath and sign the form and ignore her curious gaze. “Miss Bray is the 4th door on the right,” She directs me. I head to Sienna’s room, not looking into the other rooms as I walk past. Kylie and Raven are sitting on the couches inside the room. The room is enormous, and the bed is a queen-size normal bed. Sienna is out cold with drips in her arm and hand. The side lamp is the only light in the room. “They gave her a mild sedative, she lost a lot of blood,” Raven informs me. “No shit,” I respond. “You know she’s going to need our help,” Kylie says.“Tough shit. She’s gone as soon as she and her baby are fit to hit the road.” Frost narrows her eyes, “She’s gone as soon as she is safe.” “Don’t take me on with this little sister, you would lose,” I warn Kylie, because with Sienna Bray there is no outcome which ends with her staying.“She is my family,” Kylie says in an exasperated tone I KN

Killer River is waiting by the door, and the look he gives me isn’t something I feel like deciphering just yet. “All here?” I ask him. “Yeah, got the girl in the room, keeping busy,” He says wondering what the fuck I want to talk about. I give a chin lift to Knight, Zero, and Snake who must have just got back. The entire Clubhouse scatters around the lounge area, After and Mercy standing by the back wall. Bull, Snake and Zero taking the 4 seater on the left. Whisp, Venus and the other women take the 3 seater on the right. Frost takes position next to Storm, but Texas walks in last and easily maneuvers the two of them, so Kylie is standing next to him. Smart move, brother. “So, as many of you have heard, we have Frost’s sister in the room upstairs. A dead biker and his angry club on our backs. I’m not going to go into too much detail about it, but we need to handle this shit soon and swiftly. If we take them all out, then so be it. We can’t afford another war on our backs.

The beeping sound, bright lights and unmistakable smell is more than enough to tell me where I am. The emptiness in my stomach is the icing on the cake. Brown eyes, and that deep Southern twang filters in my mind, welcomed. My cousin Kylie is always a welcome. What had me not opening my eyes and rethinking my rushed flight to survive decision is the intense, ice man with frozen blue shards that colored his irises. His sculpted face was always sharp around the edges. And I remember him growing up, when he looked at me, it was with nothing so much as a brief second of irritation. Some things never change, and Kevin Stone is one of them. “I know you up,” The voice that says that is unfamiliar, but I flutter my eyes open and directly across from me stands a woman with dark long brown hair, a white coat that covers what looks like a bump. “6 months. But I wish I was in your place right about now. The suspense is killing me.” She smiles as she lifts the iPad to her vision, jotting