âDiamond is safe with Michael, he wonât let anyone get close to her. But she isnât the same, her mind has completely lost any form of reality.â
Killer drops his hands off my body and I yearn for the feel. For just one more second, but his words sober me up.
âWhat do you mean?â I am puzzled by the notion of Diamond losing her form of reality.
âSienna, Diamond is going crazy. The government sent her back, they signed her off as mentally unfit for duty.â
I frown at what I am hearing. Diamond was never crazy. She was destructive and at times she went into her own head, but not to the point of madness.
âWhen was this?â My stomach drops because I know my sister, blood or not, and over the years I watched her from afar for as long as I could. She was dangerous but crazy, no.
âAbout 8 months back. Frost tried talking to her, but she lost her shit and started screaming at her to get out. Michael developed a brain wave program to calm her mind, so we left her with him. But he keeps her in his penthouse with that shit playing the entire day.â
âDoes your brother have cameras in the house?â
âYEAH, why?â
âI need to see them,â I tell him. This story just didnât sit right with me.
âI can get it, how long are you looking for?â
âThree weeks?â
âIs there something you wish to share?â Killer asks me as his eyes drop to my breast.
âNot until Iâm sure, can we swim now?â
âYeah,â He says and we walk back into the water. We spend the next few hours swimming and itâs good to have something to do that doesnât comprise worrying about tomorrow.
We get out of the water on the side we came in from. The mosquitoes bite my legs and feet as I dry myself. Killer stands behind me, waiting. I throw him the towel as a bird soars over us.
He places the towel on the ground and pats next to him.
âI thought weâre heading home now?â
âNope, letâs enjoy the last bit of this before we get back.â
I laugh as I plant my ass next to him.
âAre you enjoying my company, Kevin Stone,â I drawl, in a thick Southern accent.
âAlways have Sienna,â He says, staring at the lake.
â10 years is a long time, people change,â I tell him as I open the water bottle to take a sip. The coldness of the water is a welcome and complete contrast to the burn of the sun.
âThey do. You not running away from me any longer,â He slaps my leg making his point. I push him with my shoulder, âI did not run away,â I tell him.
âYou did, every time I sat next to you, or we took the boat out. The day I spent Christmas at the Manor, I even bought you a present.â
I twist my body to face him, âWhat? Oh, come on, I didnât run away. When we were younger, I climbed the acorn tree with you MANY times. I also played UNO with you the one night until 12, I even shared a cigarette with you, and I WAS 16.â
âYeah, you did,â He snorts, and itâs so unlike the man I know.
âYou were a terrible influence,â I say as he shakes his head.
âIâm not going to deny that, Iâm also not going to remind you, that you were 18, lies have a way of becoming truths,â He reminds me and yes, I was 18.
âLetâs make a pact now,â Killer suggests turning to face me and I notice how close we are. His hand is right by my butt, and his leg is touching mine.
How did he get so close? I was sure we were further apart.
âAlright,â I say.
âFrom now, when we are alone, letâs just cut the stories and bullshit,â He says and I look at him for a long time.
âI can do that,â I say, agreeing. Lies sometimes had a way of worming through unchartered territory. It would be nice to get away from it. And he seems to like my response when he nods.
âDo you think momma can see us?â I ask him.
Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5)
ï¤Chapter 27 (Sienna)
He holds my naked flesh and beckons me down to lie with him. He doesnât move his hand from my shoulder, so I scoot down until I am comfortable and place my hand on his chest. Breathing in his scent.
âI think she is seeing us alright, and sheâs probably swearing the both of us right now. Mostly me,â He says as his fingers pull my chin to face him.
âWhy? Because she thinks you making moves on me?â I question in a teasing note.
âWell, she knows what weâre currently doing is asking for trouble.â
âWhy did you have to be such an unfeeling asshole,â I ask him softly.
âWell, my mother told me it was Gods way of preparing me for the world, but Iâm not so sure unfeeling is whatâs happening right now.â
âAre you flirting with me, Kevin?â I ask him, trying to make light of a serious moment. He lets my chin go and looks at me, and although his face is just as emotionless, I feel as though he never thought about it. Oh, well, maybe I taught him something.
âWe should head back,â He says and I get up and start getting dressed. While I am sad to leave and end the moment, Iâm also excited to see my boy.
Itâs a shame I didnât notice the longing look on his face, it would have made me see him in a different light than the one he kept showing.
Killer (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club book 5)