Sniper (Devil's Shadow MC, Book 2)

by K. H. Kate

"Are you sure?" I tease trailing her trembling lips.

  "Yes." Her arms immediately wrap around my shoulder to take my lips again. I can't get enough when her legs also warp around me, no wonder feeling my hard cock through my pants. Pulling her tighter around me, I raise her shirt and throw it somewhere behind me.

  Shit.

  Unclasping her bra, I can only groan with the sight that welcomes me. She's already arching her back, trying to kill me no sooner. Kissing down her throat, it doesn't take me long to take her hard nipple in my mouth.

  "Seth!" She cries out in surprise, but still doesn't let go. Leaving marks on her tanned skin, I tug her pants and panties down in one go. Her face flashes but she gives me an encouraging smile. Giving her one back, I'm already widening her thighs so that I can see for myself. See what I can do to her. And she doesn't disappoint me.

  She's fucking wet and dripping.

  "Fuck, Kitty! Are you tryin’ to kill me?" She giggles at me but immediately shuts up when I lick her drenched slit. Fuck! Her hips buck as my tongue finds its way to quench my thirst. Maybe this is the real torture. Haunting dark eyes see my every movement as I invade her with what...two, three fingers?

  Her hips buck again, an appreciated groan leaving my lips. Yes, Kitty! Take my name, remember me. Just me. "Please, Seth. Please!"

  My eyes close in panting desire, my cock so stiff that I can almost feel it giving me the middle finger. But I can't think of me now. She's still hurt. God knows what she thinks when her scream reaches my ears. The haunting melody, far better than any music.

  When my eyes open, I almost come in my pants. She's looking at me with a look I have yet to know. Her breathless state makes me feel like I'm on top of the fucking world. Suddenly she grasps me by my hair and tastes herself on my tongue.

  "Let me help now." She whispers, the delicate brush of her warm hand seeking out my stiff cock. I want to take her help. But I can't.

  "Kitty...I'd love nothin’ more than your help." I nod toward my cock which earns me a small laugh. "But not right now. You're still weak. And you need your energy if you know-what we were about to do."

  Disappointment flashes over her face, but in a second she has sobered up. "Oh, ok."

  "Hey, don't be sad. It will most probably slow down your therapy." The worry that she's going to shut down her emotions lingers like heavy rock. Her eyes only close as she whispers.

  "Can you at least stay? Until I go to sleep? Then you can leave." I hate the way her voice sounds. Fuck! What have I done?

  I wanted her hard and fast as well as slow so that I never forget what it feels like to be inside her. But I can't. Not so soon. So I kiss her temple which makes her shudder. But I know what I say next is what makes her breath hitch.

  "I will take you, Kitty. Hard and slow. I will devour you until the only name you know is mine." Her eyes are wide as saucer as I continue. "You don't have to say a word. All you have to do is moan when I finally take you against the wall."

  I know it's not an obsession as she finally gets the idea of me taking her as mine. I know she sleeps without any nightmare cause I'm there all night to protect her, to care for her, to sweep into her nightmare only so that I can be the man waiting to take her hands and soothe her pain. I know she thinks about me, when she moans my name in her sleep.

  And I think-Maybe what I feel is no less than love...cause only love can hurt this fucking much.

  CHAPTER 19

  GWEN

  I've slept through the night without any nightmares.

  A few months ago, I couldn't say that. Even the thought of sleep...it used to bring bile in my mouth. My world drifted in and out of my control as they visited me every night. And me? Who was I then?

  Nothing.

  I was nothing.

  Ironically, I still am nothing. I'm just a pathetic fool who can't find herself without any help. Who can't have a peaceful sleep without his presence behind me. Who is becoming greedy enough to wish he was still in bed with me. And the worst thing is, even he wouldn't disagree with me. Even he's becoming someone else just for me.

  Sniper is helping her? That cripple?

  What kind of fucked up stuff he took before?

  And the worst of them all.

  Since she came here, something changed in Sniper.

  All the time, he’s busy either with her or worrying about her. He doesn’t even have time for himself or us.

  Those floating words from the other Devils in the clubhouse can't leave my mind. He can't dance. He hates staying nights at his one-night stand's bed.

  And, he's breaking his own rules one by one.

  Bang!

  The sound is all too familiar in this place nowadays. Laughter follows, the sound of numerous people fighting each other and the morning starting with the Prez practicing his gun on some fellow.

  Bang! Bang!

  Right that moment, the door opens slowly. I don't even have to look up, as I know who it is. My body stiffens as she walks too calmly, her perfume mixed with the scent of...blood?

  "Gwen? You awake?"

  Were you fighting someone? The question is at the tip of my tongue but somehow I manage not to say that. Instead, I pat the unmade bed for her to join me. "Yup, now, come here."

  Grace gives me a smile, coming closer. As soon as she is near me, I notice her knuckles are bloody. So, she was fighting again. I don't know what she thinks when she sees my room for the first time with concentration. The CD players, the ballet shoes, the dresses...

  "You're dancing again?" There's an edge in her voice. I think even she doesn't realize that. She grumbles something before correcting herself. "I mean, you want to dance again?"

  "Yes." The whisper doesn't get to her ears first. His words are flowing through me as I say them aloud. "Yes, I am."

  I think for some reason, I've rendered her speechless as she doesn't say anything after that. She helps me in the tub silently, then takes me to have breakfast. Lena gives me a warm smile that brings a smile to my face in return. She chuckles with Foxy and us. Yet Grace doesn't say a word.

  "Are you ok?" I can't help but ask.

  "Yes, of course, I am. It's just that-" She trails off, avoiding my gaze. Lena leaves us shortly, as she sees the tension between us. Even Foxy gives me a nod before leaving towards downstairs.

  When both are gone, I turn to Grace with more determination. "It's just what, Grace? What is it?"

  "You will think of me as selfish. I don't wanna be that sister." She chuckles to herself, shaking her head.

  "What makes you think that?" I'm surprised to hear that from her to say the least. "I can never think of you as selfish. If anything, I've abandoned you at a time you needed my help. I threw you at danger by inviting Josh into our life." His name doesn't even hurt anymore. "I became a burden. I still am-"

  "Fucking nonsense! You're not a burden! You hear me?" That awful look of vengeance is showing up on her face again. And sad to say, I hate it. "I'm the fucking sap who can't take your- this...new change. It feels like you're moving on and I'm still stuck in the past, trying to drive Mad Dog's clutch. You're picking up dancing and I'm picking up guns. So yes, sis, I'm the one who has changed. I'm the one who can't let go."

  "I didn't let go, Grace." If she really thinks I've let go then she has another thing coming. "I just decided to kill those monsters by going back to the girl I was before all those things happened. But if I saw that bastard before you...even I'd kill him. Even I'd want revenge, but all I'm left with are the horrifying memories and regret at not being the person who finished him."

  She sighs. "I never knew you thought like that."

  My fingers twitch to touch him. To make it easy. But all I can touch is the air when the words leave my lips. "We are all broken, we just have a different way to show it."

  And we agree to that statement with silence. After finishing breakfast, she leads me to the bar, especially toward the bar stool. A man is making drinks and taking orders. When he notices us coming, he gives Gra
ce a small smile and an interesting glance at me.

  "Is she the new hire?"

  There's an accent in his voice. Though I don't understand what is happening right now. My sister gives me an encouraging pat on the shoulders and nods. "Yes, she is."

  "I've seen her the first day she came in here. In a wheelchair, I believe?" I have seen him here many times but why does Grace think of introducing him to me now?

  "Yeah. This is my sister. Gwen Knight." She seems oddly excited to introduce me to this man. "And Gwen, this is Scar. The bartender."

  "N-Nice to meet you." The stutter is coming back. My attempt to smile is failing. All I can wonder is why I'm here.

  "Gwen, you said you wanted to work for a few months. So I thought this is next to the best I can do for you. Bartending can be overwhelming sometimes and he's the only one who's working so having another hand wouldn't be too bad. And the tips are good."

  I nod. What can I even say? I need a job and if this is what I am getting...then so be it.

  "Perfect! Scar will teach you the ropes and don't worry, you will be safe here. No extreme drunk Devils are allowed here." Grace doesn't mean it and yet it hits home. No drunk Devils are allowed. She's still worried. She's still paranoid about my past.

  "Don't worry. I'll be fine." Lies, lies, lies. I don't know this man. I don't like the way he's staring at the two of us.

  "Ok." She turns to leave but stops abruptly. "Shit! Before I forgot, Seth went back to New York with Reaper to do some business. He will be back by Friday. He wanted me to let you know in case you wanted to talk to him or wanted some help."

  I didn't want his help...I need his help.

  But as always it doesn't matter. He's free to do whatever he wants to do. He's free to not let me know that he was leaving for two days after turning my entire body into his guitar, as he pulled my strings, all the right strings may I add. He was allowed to give me hope, to make me feel like my old self...only to take it away. But it's alright...right?

  So. I work alongside Scar. I listen when he teaches me the name of the drinks, when he gives me ingredients to make the simple orders, when I wait for the night to come. And then for the first time, when I sleep-

  Seth becomes my nightmare.

  CHAPTER 20

  SNIPER

  What is love?

  A million dollar question no one has a fucking answer to.

  Is it guilt that I had to leave without saying a word to her? Or the fear that if I start to show too much of myself, she will run away?

  "Where's your fuckin’ head?" Reaper muses finishing a shot. I also look at where his gaze is and gulp down another drink. Our target is still talking...that's good I guess. It gives me more time to think of my own fucking problem.

  "Not anywhere near your ass, for sure," I mumble struggling to make out the other man's face. I also wonder if Xavier already knows we are here trailing him. But then again, Lethal made sure we were using fake identities. Hence, our eye color was changed with blue contacts, our hair matching with bloody red.

  "Don't be a party pooper. I'm already bored watchin’ this asshole blubbering for over half an hour. You see any suspicious movement?" Has it already been more than half an hour?

  Running my fingers a few times through my hair, doesn’t make me look any less disheveled. Shit! I answer quickly. "Nope. That bald man is lookin’ outside every five minutes though.”

  Reaper follows my gaze with a disoriented laugh. “Let's just hope he's not trying to blow this fuckin’ place apart. We have been in too many explosion sites lately. Still, I will let Hawk check out the front." As soon as I look at the other booth, Hawk stands up nodding. Thankfully both of them are too busy to talk, that they don't notice Hawk open the door and walk out.

  “You do that. But I don’t think Xavier is that bold enough to blow this place apart.”

  I don't know if my words get through to Reaper's head or not, but his fingers drum over the table top a little louder, the shaking of his legs under the table goes a little faster and his jaw clenches trying not to see outside where the asshole was looking at a second ago.

  "I really hope you are right, Sniper. I have no fuckin’ desire to get burned over a desperate bastard. You know what I am saying?" I know what it fucking means. Xavier is being too reckless. The Xavier we all know will never hold a business meeting in an open bar like this place. Running a club might not be my forte-but giving anyone an open chance to attack? That's just stupidity on his part. And he sure as hell wouldn't look like a dead man walking. Hell, even a zombie has more class than him nowadays.

  "I know." I shrug, thinking about the woman I left in the bed. "You think Foxy is still pinnin’ after him? This shell of a dead man?"

  Reaper laughs. Not so loud to get the attention of those two but enough to chill the whole bar. "Please, she'll pin after him even if he's dead. No matter what, she won't fuckin’ stop."

  I nod. Cause even I am walking in Foxy's, Lethal's and Vixen's steps...and every fucking one of them has been burned by this word love. So what if even I get burned in that way? Good fucking riddance then...cause I no longer fucking care.

  "Hey, he's leaving." I withdraw from my thoughts just in time to see the bald man standing up and shaking hands with Xavier. The former one looks stiff as a rod, wiping sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and Xavier looks finally relieved. I don't see any manila folder in anyone's hand but that doesn't mean Xavier wouldn't try to mess with the Devil's peace treaty.

  So only when the man walks out that we stand up. Reaper meets my gaze and nods. "Xavier's mine to deal with. You stalk that bald fucker."

  Nodding, I hide my face by drawing the hoodie farther over my head and leave Reaper to finish his job. I don't have to walk much farther to catch the bald man. He's walking faster but with an intention. His eyes are darting from left to right before he enters into an alleyway. Intrigued, I follow him through the dark alleys but I'm surprised when suddenly I hear a loud shriek in the cold alley.

  Fuck...someone else caught him before me.

  "Hey! Leave me alone!" His voice cracks as if someone is choking him or has thrown him a punch right into his throat. Whatever I was thinking before walking into the place where he screamed, disappears and another feeling punches me in the heart. Shock?

  "Carter?"

  The said person narrows his eyes at my side, must be the red hair that has confused him a little bit but when he notices it's me, there's a predatory smile on his face. Fuck! He's not even surprised. "Seth...Just the man I wanted to see."

  To be fair, there's a difference between insanity. Lethal is the type who knows how to care and be mad at the same time, Xavier has just lost his mind and his way, even if he pretended to be good enough to handle being a President and Carter...He's just plain crazy. There's no in between with him.

  "What the fuck are you doin’ with him?" Or better question, why he is here right now?

  "Oh, come on!" His fist tightens around the bald man's neck against my better judgment. "You were gonna catch him anyway."

  "Not like that." What the fuck is wrong with him!? "Carter, don't play games. I had a bad day and I don't want to have a bad night thanks to you."

  His gaze drifts down to the man on his knees and he laughs. His laughter is full of mockery...to whose benefit only he knows. "Seth, the trusted brother of the Devil’s Shadow and you are still the naive one. You don't know shit! Do You? Do you even know who he is?"

  No, I don't. Tucker just let us know about the meeting, but he never said who Xavier was meeting or for what purpose. But that doesn't fucking mean that, I've to deal with a crazy cousin of mine now. So my voice is steady when I walk even closer to where he is.

  "Who is he, Carter? What the hell didn't I know yet?"

  The man watches us, fear clear in his eyes and yet there's an urgency in them. He's eying the alley for some reason. Did he really think that he can outrun us? Even now? What a fool...

  "That cop I told you about." Just l
ike that Gwen’s dead eyes flashes over me. The one filled with pain. The one I saw every day until she wanted me to erase her monsters. "This man is him. The one who refused to write a report. Who is working for someone. Who you are hunting like crazy. I'm offering him up on a silver platter and you are still angry with me. How the fuck is our deal is going to work, if you don't even trust me?"

  The cop...The one refused to write a report.

  He was that man.

  That fucking bastard.

  "Are you sure that this is the same scumbag, cuz?" I don't notice the gun in my hand until the man lets out a curse.

  "He is. I've been trailing him for a week. But I must say, I didn't expect you to catch up with me." He frowns as if I'm not capable of killing the cop right now. As if...as if I'm not losing my shit right here.

  "Well, I did." There is a twitch in the man's face as I look down at him. "Now, you tell me what the fuck have you been doin’ with Xavier?"

  "I-I don't-" He trails off as a hiss leaves from his lips. My hands are replacing Carter's, now I'm the one choking him. I'm the one terrorizing him. And I fucking love it. "He threatened to expose me! That's why! Fuck, leave me! I'm not the one you're looking for."

  "Exposing you for what?" I wonder.

  "A gang war went wrong in New York. I took the wrong side when it was taken to the court. I-I gave people money to shut their mouths up, changed the whole direction of the case. I was scared of my life, okay!? .After my retirement, I was supposed to get a safe house, protection from the gang who I betrayed." No fucking wonder. "But somehow Xavier got a bunch of names and he's threatening to expose every one of us in front of the whole world if we don't give him money and people to build his club.”

  Oddly enough I don't feel enough pity to kill him yet. I want more. I want to know what Grace told him that night.

  "Hmm. This Xavier sure sounds like a wise man." Carter retorts chuckling. Though that man has his eyes on me. Hell, even he knows, I'm the one calling the shots now.

  "Two years ago, a girl came to you to report a breaking in and sexual harassment on her sister. She even had a murder to report. Her mother...Penelope Knight, I believe. Can you tell us anything about that?" He jumps back when the gun gets too close to his forehead. Good. Fear me. Tell me the truth...Relieve me from her darkness.