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Herausgeber: Shan R.K
Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
Sprache: Englisch
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club members are back, and this time they are not just carrying ammunition but these bikers are holding a deep secret, that might just be the end of them.

"We were never meant to end this way, but death has been calling us since the day we were born" Sienna

Death is like a wind blowing, touching you all over. It's the kiss from the sun on your face, the experience of everything, but the feeling of nothing. Death is an inevitability of our life. It is the ride that gets us there which makes all the difference.

I knew Sienna was going to be a problem from the day she drove back into our lives, but the more I pushed her, the stronger my need to protect her grew. Never thought it would come to this, me saying goodbye. Romance, love, a happy ending, and marriage were supposed to be how our story got told, but none of that got to happen. She was shot, left to die, and for once I couldn't save the person I swore to protect.

I've spent years in the army, saving as many people as I could, killing just as many too, all for my country, only to lose the one person I wanted to keep alive in the end. Even after knowing what she'll eventually bring to our doorstep would be chaos I still can't let her go.

My brothers think I am going to explode, but all I want to do is find out who killed my wife and then bring a reckoning to their lives. But when I go hunting what I find might just be the end of me.

The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club returns with its 6th book, filled with suspense, romance, mystery, and a storyline that is fresh.
This book might just be what you need to read when you open a book so give it a try.

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Title Page

Dedication

Sienna (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club, #6)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Dear Reader

A Killer’s Sin

You, Me, and Everyone Else

Chapter 1 Sienna

Death is like a wind blowing, touching you all over. It’s that kiss from the sun on your face, that overwhelming sensation. The experience of everything, but the feeling of nothing. My mother told me death is an inevitability of our life. It’s the ride that gets us there, which makes all the difference. I’d like to think I chose my end well.

In a way, many would mourn, and others would rejoice.

As for the ones who wanted me dead? Well, let’s say they’re cringing, hoping I don’t haunt their dreams.

Is this it? Am I dead? Am I experiencing it all and feeling nothing?

At this moment, I have zero worries, no past, future, or present. I am just for this moment - one with the universe. I am the evolution of completeness, death.

Acceptance, rejection, love, need, desire, pain, it is all gone. Now I’m just a memory to the living, and they are nothing to me.

If only it was so simple, because he is still there, Kaleb. The screaming sound of his voice, an aching emptiness of not holding him long enough.

Oh baby, how I miss your sweetness and half-dimpled smiles. I crave the smell of your cheeks, the feel of your soft brown hair gliding like silk through my fingers. I yearn for your beautiful eyes gazing at me like I am a wonder and those tiny hands you shove in your mouth, the softness of your precious wet palm on my lips. Oh, my precious son, how I wish I could have a last moment with you so I could savor it until my everlasting days finally dissipate.

A time or two or maybe three, I’d envisioned what death would be like.

Would I feel anything? What did our eyes see? Would our minds still function? Maybe our spirit would lift out of our bodies like we saw in the movies or YouTube videos and I could watch over him, my son. But that is not how this works. I am stuck, and if I listen carefully I hear a loud sound of nothing.

God didn’t want me to survive this. We both knew the day was long overdue, and I was finally meeting the end I was meant to.

Kevin Stone was never meant to marry me in the first place. We were both out of our minds.

What was I thinking? I try recollecting his face in my mind, picture his disapproving gaze but all I get are those electric blue eyes. A common genetic characteristic in his family.

A piece, an organ inherited from his mother. Only on him, it was neither round, nor too small, but curved in an oval shape created to entrap you. When he stared at anyone, those blues promised you things, he had no intention of keeping.

Only now when I envision those deep-set blues, it’s as though he’s judging me.

He isn’t promising me anything good.

I wish he was always there, his disapproving frown, those hard stares that are just so majestic.

Did magic flow in his veins, occupying my nonexistence like Kaleb has?

If only Killer’s ability to be an emotionless soul was a gift, not a curse then I could conjure up an image of him crying. I could hear him yelling my name in agony, but this is no movie, and I am certainly not the girl who is going to miraculously evolve into a visible ghost.

It’s tragic, really.

Kevin Stone’s face is not in my memory, only his eyes and words remain tortured fixtures. They persecute me, no matter which way my mind chooses to go.

His voice in my head on repeat.

Selfish, he called me. Selfish for leaving, selfish because I got shot, selfish Sienna.

I can't say for certain if my guilt causes it to remain or my desire to have just a scrap of him to myself even as death calls my name like a long last cousin.

It's like I am getting shot all over again. But the pain is not echoed with shock, it's wrapped in my husband’s lack of grief, in his blame, stillness, and then whispers of disappointment. No pain can be more unbearable than knowing he isn't mourning for me.

Selfish Sienna.

Cold Stone.

We all want people who help us in our time of need, people who will comfort us, convince us, we are worth something, even if we knew it for the lies that left those lips.

But the words still remain so powerful. I can almost taste it on my tongue, and I'm dead.

I wanted Kevin Stone to hold my hand and tell me it was alright. I was stupid to believe he would feel like I was something important to him.

Silly of me, to convince myself I yielded such sovereign power. I blame it on all those Korean shows Kylie loved to watch. I can’t believe I actually believed my husband would become a changed man upon my impromptu death.

I can’t picture it. It’s like he isn’t even there.

The man they call Killer, who was once a boy I CALLED Kevin Stone never knew emotions. It explains why even in death I can’t picture him. Can’t see his flesh, his expression, nothing, just those eyes, and his darn words I wish I could shove back down his throat.

Arrogant jackass.

It was his words that changed my view of him. It softened pieces he once hardened.

Since the very beginning I’ve considered him a soul touched by the chill of nothingness until he showed me differently by what he chose to say. And those eyes – Those damn eyes revealed so much truth each time he chipped at my exterior. I never could resist his tempting gaze, as cold and frosting as it might seem to many, to me it was always attached to the shirtless boy who still knew me as Taylor.

I’ve loved Kevin a little each day.

The first time, he was just a boy named Kevin and I was a young girl, who knew too much.

Did he believe I should’ve died with my adoptive parents? I wonder, even now.

When he called me selfish, was he thinking I was a waste of air? Did he want me to die?

If he did, surely, he changed his mind by now. Regardless of everything he knew, he still married me.

Kevin asked me to be his, and I said yes.

How could I say anything else, when I loved him as though he was a branch to my tree? He chose to make it official the same day he asked, with the same priest that married his parents. Didn’t those actions account for love?

Would he wish me dead once he learned the truth?

My betrayal was something that couldn’t be undone. There was no redemption waiting for me.

Too many people close to me were hurt, and the scars left were not ones easily healed by time. I did things, changed many lives, hurt the ones I claimed to love, and killed. Oh, boy did I commit the biggest sin of all. I killed people because in my messed up head it made sense. They were evil.

I told myself it was justifiable, but was it? Did they really deserve the shortened lifespan I gave them? Did the DeMarco family deserve the loss I inflicted due to my own selfish reasons?

Would Kevin still love me if he knew I believed the route of my sins was his doing? Would he care if I told him I betrayed his entire family and friends because he chose to chase me away? Is harboring guilt and blame on him a sign of hate? Surely not.

I could love and blame at the same time.

Maybe I loved him too recklessly when I should have loved him moderately. But I couldn’t change it now, it was too late. Years before Kevin Stone even gave me a second look, I realized my feelings for him were filled with thick vines.

But it wasn’t enough to quell my strong need to protect my sister.

The day Marcus Bray spared my life and gave me a fresh start, he also generously allowed me to hold on to the most important part of my past.

For years I held on so tight, fearing one day I’d break and I did.

I broke, scattered the truth like shards of glass shattered across an already dirty floor. Only she didn’t believe me, and the one who could state my truth, who could plead my case was none other than Kevin Stone.

He never did help me that day.

He stood aside and watched, waiting for me to make a wrong move.

Kevin must have known I would do it too.

‘Always the attentive Stone,’ his momma would say, ‘but too darn loyal for his own good.’

Only his loyalty didn’t lie with me. He chased me out of Liston Hills that night, pushed me away and it was his actions that set off my own. It made the bitterness I felt having to live a lie become what drove me.

The emotionless man I knew back then sent chills down my spine the day he ran me out of my home, like a parasite. Kevin told me I was vermin, a disease, a sickness and he was right.

I was all that and so much more.

Only his timing was wrong because, at the green ripe age of sixteen, I only tasted the desire of wanting. I was not quite familiar with narrow corners, and dark alleys as yet. I was still too young to taste the potency of lust and power. A scared girl, who wanted to be acknowledged, remembered, and loved.

As life would have it, leaving Liston Hills was when I experienced the freedom of taking, and the fear of the ones needing from me.

It was two years after I left my home, and built resentment toward Kevin did I finally drink the bliss of evil intent.

Parts of me enjoyed it, craved the power Gabriel DeMarco came with.

Was it really so bad I wanted a piece of it for myself?

I was convinced Kevin wouldn’t want me, he forgot me, replaced me with many who came and left.

Not that he ever had me, but my mind convinced itself he did. He owned a part of me no one could touch, a silent claiming.

In my death, buried in my mind, I could be honest and comfortably confess that Kaleb was never a mistake. I thought if I produced a DeMarco child, an heir, I could finally get in with the DeMarco’s. It wasn’t the best thought or plan I made. Yet, I'm glad he came when he did.

I was convinced they would accept me, and share their life with me. It wasn't too much to ask.

I should've been entitled to their power and family.

They didn’t think so.

They wanted me gone, dead, no more. I was a problem. Aliyana said I was the DeMarco’s headache.

I should’ve known better after what they did to Beggar. How they shunned her one side like a dog. But I didn’t. Considering all the times I sat on their table, and looked in their calculative gazes, I was subconsciously a master of ignorance.

When Gabriel told me I should run, I refused.

But the truth was right in front of me, I was blind.

I never listened. When Gabriel got locked up, I chose to stay.

I thought by proving myself to his family they’d care for me. I tried, a time or two, even got Marco on board when Gabriel’s dad wanted something from him.

But they wanted me dead and that left me no choice - I had to protect myself, my unborn baby.

So I removed the problem. It was a terrible thing to do. Killing his uncle and brother, blaming it on Marco Catelli, and selling everyone else out. At first, I didn't think they’d catch me. Marco was happy to fit the blame. They were too scared to do anything. Why would they think I did it? None of them knew me too well.

Gabriel and I, we had a connection. I loved to hate him, and he hated to love me.

So, I stayed, and two months later they found out.

Not sure how that happened, but they were digging. Someone must’ve figured it out.

Instead of trying to convince myself I was special enough to get away with it, I should’ve worked on a more viable long-term plan. I had none of the latter. Instead, I was a sitting duck in the middle of a pond surrounded by hungry crocodiles.

My only plan was to drown myself or learn to fly. I chose the second option.

Didn’t see Natasha landing herself in the middle of a Motorcycle Club surrounded by pissed-off bikers. I still had no clue how she ended up where she did, but she was there. I had to get her out, with a freaking sledgehammer.

It made my problems a bit more difficult to escape, and get off the grid, but I did.

Even at 8 months pregnant I helped Natasha escape too, might’ve had to knock a few of those guys with my five-dollar hammer but it did the trick. But by then we were both shit out of luck. We had angry Mafia and even more pissed-off bikers after us both.

There was only one person I could turn to and that was my cousin, Kylie Bray. Never considered she would be here with him. My presumptuous mind thought she chose Kanla because of Storm. So imagine my surprise when I saw his face, it was like I was back in Liston Hills, transported to the day I met him.

I expected him to chase me away, but I guess even an unemotional person has some logic when it comes to a pregnant woman needing assistance. He cut me open, saved my baby’s life, and in the months that followed unexpectedly tore my heart apart with his words and his actions. Taking my kid, giving him the Stone surname, and adding his name as the father.

When I think about it, wow, I have no words to describe it.

Out of all the people I considered doing half of that he was never one of them. Kevin did more than any sane man would do in our circumstances. Obviously, Kevin Stone was no sane man, but a man he was.

Bit by tiny bit, he cut me deep. I didn’t have a chance.

When I finally noticed, it was too late, my heart was at the mercy of a Stone.

What held me back was Natasha. I envisioned Kevin with Natasha Bray before I even knew what it meant to like a boy.

Considering he broke me, chased me away from my family at just 16.

Leaving me stranded with nothing, not even a backward glance. He was right when he said I should’ve gone, I should have gone back home, and eventually, I did.

I found my way back, in his arms. His ring on my finger, his pledge to me. His promise of forever.

It was enough and is still enough.

I got more than I ever thought I would, considering living on borrowed time never lasted longer than an extra breath.

There were moments, growing up, when I would sit on my bed, thinking, conjuring up all the stories we could have shared, should have and as the years went by it became just made-up thoughts. A fool's idea of love.

Slowly as those years past me, I grew up knowing he was never going to be mine. It hurt, and I built a barricade over that pain until Gabriel DeMarco jumped into my life. Bit by bit, he took chips off that armor, weighing me down. And I fell for him.

Oh boy, did I fall for that man!

There was just something about him that was different. I'm not sure if it was the power he yielded. But when he looked at me, he touched the parts of me, only he knew existed.

It was dark, and sensual, like a promise of something sinister. He lit a fire in my body and took a chisel to everything that made me hard.

When Gabriel Demarco touched me, I wanted more. You’d think it love, and like a fool, I convinced myself it was.

Gabriel - I would compare him to an infinite puzzle piece, no matter how many hours you tried to solve it, it could never be completed. Gabriel DeMarco was a puzzle I wanted to put back together, piece by piece. A mystery I felt connected to. Yet, once I found out all there was to know about him, the dark parts were dripping in blood. I couldn’t stop, even knowing his darkest mind, I wanted him.

He killed, for a lot less, hurt people, poisoning many in a blink of an eye, but when he touched me, it felt like I was touched by something soft. I craved it. I craved him.

I never had a choice but to fall for Gabriel. I cared for him deeply because he made it easy to accept a lot of things many would run away from. And then he left and I stayed behind with a bag full of his shit.

But he also gave me the biggest gift of all, my son. A piece of us together we would share until the end of all those who will follow after my boy, Kaleb.

I made my share of enemies along the years, some because of Gabriel true, but most of them were my choice. The list of people to fend off grew over the last two years and the ones I protected grew with it.

One of the latter was my sister, and my obsession to protect her. I’ve always chosen Harlin over everything and anyone else. Killer warned me that day by the dam. Choosing Harlin over Kaleb wasn’t the best option, but I did it anyway.

I knew it wouldn’t end well, but then death was already facing me from all corners. I was going to die, didn’t matter who did it, or how. Death was inevitable.

When I came to Frost and stepped into the Satan Sniper’s lives I knew that I was already running on borrowed time.

I had one mission to do when I walked back into the Bray’s lives and that was to make sure my kid had a home, and people who loved him and cared for him. I got selfish and my heart took over for a while and I became Kevin’s wife, but how could I not? He was the one who made even Gabriel’s love for me shameful.

With my death, he became the full custodian of Kaleb.

I can’t regret the choices I’ve made because my love for Harlin wasn’t bound by blood or a simple birth right. Our bond was forged over circumstance, a small blossom of good memories, apart from the one secret I hid, made it forbidden.

It tarnished both of our lives in a way but it also gave us a fighting chance, a direction that was meant to be different, a fresh start.

I restructured my face, adjusted everything that made me Harlin’s sister so I could watch her grow, even if it was from afar, but so close that I could hold her for those MOMENTS.

And Harlin? She got to be with her dad. He wasn’t the best. Since he was the President of the Sin Riders, a Motorcycle Club known for smuggling arms, she found a deeper relationship with Kylie Bray when The MC moved to Liston Hills soon after Marcus gave Harlin back to her father.

They changed her name back to Dakota and when that happened it was like she completely blocked me out of her mind.

It was like she never had a sister. I was just a long dream buried in her mind's eye.

I know this because, at the time when I finally stood in front of her as Sienna, she looked right through me as she placed her small tiny hand in Kylies’.

She said it was cool to meet Kylie’s cousin. I remember standing there by that stupid overly sized fountain at the Stone’s house and watching the two of them bump each other.

I was burning with jealousy. Over the years I didn’t see Dakota much until my mother got sick, and I had to move in with Uncle Marcus, Kylie, Natasha, and Mason.

They were calling Harlin, Diamond. I didn’t like it, so I was adamant about calling her Dakota until she told me she hated the name. I wasn’t sure why, I was riddled with hate so much that I couldn’t see she wanted to forget.

Looking back I guess I wanted her to find Sienna special as she did with Taylor.

I was the same person, right? A face didn't change who you were, or what your favorite dish was, did it? We argued about it, but for some reason, she looked me dead in the eyes and smiled in that snarly arrogant way she always did when she was going to be nasty.

She didn't disappoint when she said, ‘You know what SIENNA, I don’t care what you want, I care what I like, and if you have an issue with what I like, guess what?’

‘What?’ I asked her. She smirked, shrugging her shoulders, ‘I don’t care. You are nothing to me.’

I wanted to believe she knew it was me, she was just angry I changed who I was but that wasn’t it.

I was so wrong, and by the time I figured that part out, I told her and she didn’t believe me. She stabbed me, left that mark on my stomach. But I never stopped caring about my sister, I couldn’t because I knew different, I recognized her.

Over time, after my mom passed away, I got to see her more often. She saw Kylie daily at the Manor. Kylie stayed with her dad and her siblings, disregarding her mother’s wishes to live in the Stone Manor. She said it was too clean, and bright, it made her feel as though she was on a TV show. I agreed, solely since agreeing helped me get what I wanted. I finally got to see Harlin and when I did, I appreciated her relationship with Kylie. I figured she had an extra pair of eyes, an extra protector.

Our lives became intertwined in a way she couldn’t understand because she only knew me as Sienna Bray, her ‘besties’ cousin, and then the crazy girl who insisted she was her sister.

Harlin convinced herself Taylor died. Harlin was right. When she became Dakota Larken and got the nickname, Diamond, Taylor Frankfurt was dead, and Sienna Bray had to gingerbread up and come to life.

Nevertheless, I held on so tight suffocating myself. In the end, it was all in vain. She’s still out there AND I am now dead, gone.

I spent so much of my life wanting to believe that even if she never knew it was me, never believed I would be there, she was safe. But Sienna Bray is dead now too, she’s nothing but dust trapped in a black hole with nothing besides a few fragmented thoughts of a son, she loves, a husband she can’t picture, and a sister who remembered her as a dead little girl. I still think my life could’ve ended worse.

Chapter 2 Killer

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KEVIN

We were never meant to end this way, but death has been calling us since the day we were born. I guess it wanted me a bit more than you, and I can understand why.

I never surfed the ends of life unless I had reason to question the tides, and I have always had a reason, with Harlin being my first. I am not sure how death has taken me. There was always more than one way I could die. But I hope in my end it was you I faced, so your memory would be the only thing I would take from this world.

I have loved you before I even knew what it is to love a man. I knew who you were then, and who you became the day you asked me to be your wife.

Even knowing everything, I reached for you with open hands, palms toward the skies. You, Kevin Killer Stone made me believe in something greater. How does a god not exist when you are such a marvel being? Wonders like you come from something unexplainably magnificent.

These passing months have been some of the best times of my life and you know better than most, I had one hell of a good one.

I wrote this letter because I hope you find it and read it every time I cross your mind, or maybe you could read it once and just chuck it in the trash bin.

I wouldn’t hate you if you did either of them, each decision will have a logical reason as to why you chose to do it. Of that point, I am as certain as I know you stole that ice cream.

Time comes, it never stands still, even when we feel like it does. I felt like that when you opened the door to your home. It was the beginning of summer and it was my first day back in Liston Hills, my first day as Sienna Bray.

Your hair was a bit longer than I remembered. Your eyes - still the same blue hue that stared back at me the first night we met. It felt like time stood still then. Maybe, in a way it did, or it was just the gravity from the ground keeping me frozen so I would remember that moment, because it was always going to be important.

After all, it was the day I met you, my husband.

You’ve always owned my heart Kevin Stone, and you never even said hello.

I am not certain what I did to deserve you, but you felt I did something right because you made me your wife. And I need to admit that my heart was borrowed by many, including Gabriel for a while or two but it came on right back to you.

I’m not sure what death is like, but I hope it doesn’t have memory. I don’t want to spend my endless days thinking about who you giving those cold eyes to or think about how many hearts my son decides to play.

It’s a shame we never got more time, but I hope the few names I left you, will at least help appease that government of ours.

I love you Kevin Stone, Taylor Stone.

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