All Chapters of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

FrostI give him my attention long enough to snort at his casual attire. Were we playing dress-up? Or was I losing my mind? Dexter Kent didn’t do casual.He was dressed in stone denim pants, faded white t-shirt, and a pair of brown military-style boots that were tailored especially for him. It was an unusual attire for the well-put-together Master Kent. But many would say the same about me. Years ago I was a Dolce and Gabbana, headphones, and Armani kind of girl. I loved the bigger brands and flashy shoes. When I stepped outside I was flashed with cameras nine times out of ten. Now I am comfortable in my two hundred dollar leather pants and fifteen dollar black shirt I wore everyday like a second skin and yes my boots were designed specifically to my taste because my size eight feet couldn’t do common. My body could, but my feet, no. The perks of being me.Dexter was an extremely handsome man with a perfect sloped jawline, straight sloped nose, and stubble just enough to make you

Sienna “Right. Lucky them.” My sarcasm doesn’t alter Kylie’s happy mood, of which I’m glad because I didn’t want to spend an hour with her sulking, she could be a bitch when you asked for it.“Where are we going?” I press as she busies herself packing up my stuff and moving things around. There was something lighter about Kylie, something I thought she lost.“It’s a surprise, Diamonds doing, but we decided it was time.”I frown, arching a brow, “And after the surprise?”“It’s gonna be a long one. We haven’t thought that far ahead.” Her tone changes ever so lightly. She knows something, I don’t. Then again of course I can’t be in the know since I’ve spent 4 months in a darn hospital and rehab.“I see. Let’s go then.” I quit while I’m ahead. If I press her for more she’ll snap.“How’s the pain? Any issues I need to be aware of?”“Nope, I’m all good. Except....” I put my lips together, making a tight creased line. A sharp pain comes from no where, hitting me in my eye. I want to

Sienna We get to the gate on our two legs, and I’m wondering why we didn’t drive in. Kylie has the remote and opens the gate. Two Labradors and a German shepherd come running down from the back. Kylie rubs them and so does Diamond with a familiarity. “This is Niklaus, Raven, and Jasper.” Diamond points to each of them. The names are different but Niklaus, the German Shepherd stands out. He has a long coat and massive paws. “We were starting to get worried you guys might've taken the wrong turn.” A tall man walks closer to me, and I stop walking. He has mid-length light blonde hair that stops by his shoulders and dark green eyes. He comes closer, taking up all my attention. My stomach sinks, as my heartbeat rises. When he smiles, I am glad Kylie takes Kaleb from my arms as I run to the man. I would know that dimple anywhere. He catches me with wide open strong arms, and I grab him around the neck. Squeezing. The familiarity of warmth, his dark musk scent new but welcome. He fe

Sienna You guys should head over with the rest, I need to chat with my wife for a bit. Take Kaleb,” Killer's voice breaks through my busy head. He hands Wyatt, my son.“Come here big boy, come to your uncle. He looks like you did as a kid. I still have some pictures.”“He sure does.” Killer's sarcasm doesn't go unnoticed, neither does his fake tight smile. I widen my gaze at his friendly demeanor. We both knew it was bullshit, but I guess he was playing the game again. Only question I had was for who? We wait for the two of them to head toward the deck before Killer grabs me by the arm, pulling me inside the house.I can’t say his hold is aggressive, or his grip unwelcoming, as my hurried steps keep up with him.My back hits the wall as he cages me in. He stares at my mouth and thoughts fail me. His nostrils flare, and I relish in the thought of him kissing me. Time ticks by, and seconds go past, yet, he still stares. My breathing grows labored. I dare him, licking my lips,

Sienna Sometimes big parties. If we needed advice we called him, if we had trouble we went to him first. He taught us stuff and made us breakfast and sometimes dinner. We all treated him like a great man. But no one could replace my dad.Dorian Sinclair was a man born to be a dad. He was great and attentive. He could never be replaced. But my mom was easy to substitute. In a way I felt guilty for it because she was a good mom, but always busy, forever absent. She spent years researching demonology and religious stuff that I never understood her at all. She would talk about it all the time. My dad loved her. Beatrice Sinclair, my mother, was a woman that could walk in a room and everyone would stand still. She could open her mouth to speak and people listened, but to her kids, she was an artifact, great to have, valuable to own but not so luxurious to touch.When I met Jasmin Frankfurt, she had a soft smile and it never wavered. She loved her husband, and she loved us. She cooked,