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Sienna“Have you read up about that dating stuff I told you to read?” I ask After as she sits up taking her plate. We were talking last week and I let slip about my crush on Killer when I was 16. She laughed her ass off for a good 5 minutes before she admitted she slept with Bull one night and he called her by his dead wife’s name. After definitely still liked the guy, but she said she put him off after she sent him a slew of messages to tell him where to shove his dick. I showed her all the YouTube videos I used to watch when I was younger about dating, and the two of us spent hours watching all the new dating advice we could soak up. After even went as far as listening to love Affirmations while I was feeding Kaleb.When Frost got back in the evening, I got her involved too. She took it a step further and decided she’ll try the 30 day no contact rule with Storm. Since she moved into the CLUBHOUSE, the two were only having sex and it was seldom. Frost admitted it was mostly when t

SiennaThe only difference is now, I’m not the only one with a tainted past, we are all a bit banged up on the inside. And Kevin Stone is no longer the subject of my affections, no he is definitely not that.Her face lifts, and she smiles, “Sounds good,” Killer puts the empty bottle down and lifts Kaleb to his chest to break his wind. After is about to tell him to use the towel but I nudge her and she coughs. Kaleb breaks wind and spews on Killer’s shirt, wetting his chest with breast milk. He lifts Kaleb up and puts him on the other side. Natasha gets the towel and pats his chest, but his other hand holds her wrist from dabbing him.“Leave it,” His voice is cold and After stiffens next to me. “Why must you be a dick all the time,” Frost says, as she takes a beer from Bull. Bull passes me a Fanta and I am not sure why I do it, but I shake the thing and open it, so it sprays Killer, Natasha, Jade and Bull. Natasha squeals, laughing and Killer shakes his head getting up with Kaleb w

Sienna “Takeout your clothes. Let’s get in,” He looks at my body as he takes his glasses off. I’m nervous as fuck, because I haven’t seen Killer without a shirt on since he was a 20-year-old.And he has definitely filled out since then. And I still have a bit of a pouch. My stitches dissolved and my period stopped, so I didn’t really have an excuse.I take out my jacket first and lay it on the sand, bending down I remove my riding boots. My pants and t-shirt go next and I thank my fucking common sense that I wore an actual bra, and it is white and padded. I pull my panty right and I look at him, to find him staring at me. He studies me as he slips his shirt off and oh, fuck, all that is holy. Damn, he has a fantastic body. His tattoos are colorful and take up his entire torso. His body is completely ripped and lean. He slips off his pants.“Don’t look at me like that, Sin,” He says and a rush of embarrassment turns m

Sienna It was the day of the party, and even though our state was going into lockdown, the club decided having an in house party didn’t qualify as breaking the law.Kaleb was with Beggar, a woman I met twice. Once after Killer dropped me off after our bike ride and vanished for the rest of the afternoon on his own and the second time when she came to fetch my kid telling me she’s on babysitting duty with her husband Zero. She assured me she’ll let me know if Kaleb needed anything.It was one evening, and I wanted to be the mother of the year, but I really wanted to attend the party too.Hannah, who also left her 13-year-old daughter with Beggar, reassured me these moments were far too few to let them slide and one night would not brand me worst mother of the year. So here I am, in a black mid-length dress and a purple 4-inch-heel.I styled my hair in waves down my back and kept my make-up to a minimum. Most of the wom

SiennaI leave her and take Kaleb upstairs for his morning bath. I’m just finishing up when I hear the rumble of his bike.I settle Kaleb on the bed, lying and kicking, and I don’t hide myself as I go to the window and watch Killer get off his bike, and place his helmet on the seat. He is such a sight that if heaven ever sent a fallen angel to earth, it would have to be Kevin Stone.Frost gets off her bike and leans against her ride, taking her helmet off as River does the same. They are both staring at him, and it happens so fast. One moment he is calm and then next he kicks his bike until it falls and topples over the other bikes. He carries on delivering his anger on the machine. I watch as my heart spikes to overdrive, my stomach drops as the bikers around him walk closer, but not one of them stop him. His hair swings as his entire body moves with the force of his kick. I have seen Killer ruffled the night he shoved me