Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5)

Chapter 5 (Sienna)

Ten Years ago

We head into the school, grateful they don’t have an alarm. Once we reach the door, Natasha giggles,

and I squeeze her arm, snorting. I knew she would enjoy it.

Mason hands me the torch as we split up. I hand him my hair remover, and we collect the shampoo

bottles around the open stalls. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

We take a while to empty some shampoo out and pour the hair remover into the bottles, but by the time

we’re done shaking them, Jace and Natasha are back, and help us put the bottles in the shower stalls.

“Are we all done?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I respond to Jace’s question and we run out of there like our feet are on fire.

We get to the gate and close it with the new lock and leave the key in the hole.

“I can’t believe we did it,” Natasha muses, shell-shocked, but high on adrenaline as we walk closer to

the end of the road to get to our cars. I see something, or someone, in the shadows of the trees move.

The shadow is dark, and I instinctively grab Natasha’s arm, “What…” Her words die as she sees it as

well, a man.

Jace curses, and Mason stops death.

“I told you not to do it,” A deep distinctive voice says as he walks closer to us. Blonde hair, cropped

short, with army pants and a dark t-shirt tells me exactly who it is, but even if I didn’t know, all I need do

is hear that voice.

“I said it was part of growing okay, what’s the big deal?” responds Jace as the rest of us stand there.

He comes into the street and now all we can do is see him, and his blue eyes that glare at his brother.

“Leave them alone, Kevin,” says another voice, a female voice coming from behind us, and I feel

instant relief at the sound of approaching footsteps.

“Go home, Kylie,” Is the response she gets from her brother Kevin. I never understood their

relationship, but I got the sense they were closer than either would admit. Kylie moves her long, lithe,

stopping only when she’s right in front of Mason. Her legs slightly parted, hips jutted out to the left.

“You the one who should go home, I had my eye on them since they left. Nothing is gonna happen to

them, though I can’t say the same about you big brother.”

“Why is that?”

“Momma cooked, and she waited, and waited, and Kevin her boy didn’t show up.”

“And?” He responds, and I know Kevin Stone enough to know what he means is he doesn’t care. He

can’t, because Kevin Stone doesn’t have those kinds of emotions. Caring is an emotional response to

someone else’s actions.

“You wouldn’t wanna see momma cry now, would you? Michael was there,” I am not sure why

Michael’s presence is important enough to be announced but Kevin finally moves his lifeless eyes, to

look at Natasha and it is here, under the nights sky, that I see a glimpse of something in his view.

I’m uncertain the glimpse is good or not, but it is gone. I learned very early in life to spot a fox, and I

learned later on to spot a ghost, and Kevin Stone has always been the latter.

“Go home Kevin, I’ll make sure they all get back safe and sound,” Kylie assures him.

“No, I’ll make sure they get home, and then I’ll go,” He smiles suddenly, but it’s icy, and for a split

second his eyes land on me, and my heart beats a million times faster as fear creeps in. Kevin Stones

attention is not something needed or wanted in my life right now. I didn’t even know he was back on

this side. He was older now, more rusty around the edges.

“You can go with Sienna, I’ll get the rest,” He says before turning his back on us.