All Chapters of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Beggar I can't believe he is here, in the bathroom, with such hunger in his eyes after everything. He grips my left hip, and it's a dirty reminder that my body is wet and naked against his hands, that are rough and big. Trailing his fingers down my wet thigh, until he reaches the back of my knee, he slips his hand between my thighs, fast, until he cups my pussy. I gasp at the different feeling in his touch, I knew Zero is a man of action, but not like this. Zero slips his hand and then arm under my pussy, until his arm is lodged in the crack of my ass, all the while looking at my face. His eyes burning me, as he lifts my body with his one arm. Instinctively I wrap my legs around him, then he’s kissing me. His mouth is angry, hungry, his hands rubbing my ass harshly, that it pains, but such a sexy kind of pain. I hear his zipper in the back of my mind, then his cock is plunging into me. I scream, it burns, it's throbbing, his grip on my ass, the sting of his teeth in the crevi

River's Keeper 6 years ago Hannah Growing up life was good, simple. I took it for granted. Why not right? I had a stay at home mom and two older brothers. I was the baby and my family treated me as one. My dad was an electrician for a machine repair company, 10 miles from Laurelhurst, our suburban homestay. We were never rich, neither were we hurting for cash. I never wore thrift store clothing. Nor did I have to eat the same food two days in a row. Overall life was good. I know it now, but then I didn't have a clue. Then, life was normal. I never knew things any other way. I was young like that. Naïve. I attended a public school like most kids in Laurelhurst. Graduating top of my class, I was the first in my family to get accepted into Harvard University. Yes, I was going to do my first-year pre-med. I wanted to be a neurosurgeon. I was ambitious, filled with goals and dreams. It's amazing how life is going so great, those sleepless nights finally paying off. Because I

Hannah present day "Jo come on, we’re gonna be late," I scream from inside where I'm currently standing by the small kitchen window watching my little girl chasing Kim McGerby's son around the small complex where we stay. Well used to stay. After five years of saving all my quarters, doing double shifts and working part-time for my friend DJ I've finally managed to put a down payment on a small two-bedroom house in the center of Kanla. It's down the road from the diner and local church, barely a couple of miles from work and most importantly it's near my best friend DJ's house. It isn't a prime location, but then again this is Kanla, there is none. But the place is mine, well as mine as it can be until I paid off the mortgage. Jocelyn has been so excited about the new place, having her own room and a yard but all I've been doing is stressing. And with barely two days to settle in before work Monday morning and that includes today there isn't time for anything else.

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

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