Chapter18:Sienna

Beggar and I decided to stop at the shops for some ice-cream. We got back to the clubhouse an hour ago. I'm sitting in front of the television on the carpeted floor trying to watch The Flash, I am a huge Marvel fan. I had a collection of comic books to prove it. Kaleb is on his back kicking his legs, fist in his mouth talking in his loud baby language. Frost, Mercy, Beggar and After were taking up the one long seater, whilst Bull and a biker named Radar took the 2 seater. The two of them stayed with us in case something happened. The club was overly cautious. Natasha hasn't gotten back as yet, since her ride with Killer. My doing. I couldn't tell her she couldn't go on a ride with Killer, because it made me jealous. And frankly I doubt it would have made a difference since Killer was dead set on going for a ride with Natasha on his back, and at that stage I doubted that whatever I said would have changed the outcome. My mouth got the better of me, and although I tried to be happy since it was my wedding day, I felt like shit, Because Beggar was right. Mercy and Bull said nothing after I practically lost my shit at him. Frost told me that Killer was a patient man, but I went too far. You always know how to bring out the worst in him. Her parting words still make me cringe at how true they are. After however didn't see the need to shut up and gave it to me straight, "You don't do that to a man in front of his brother's, you want to be his woman then you need to learn respect. Respect the brother, respect the club. You behaved like a bitch today, you haven't earned the ranks, or even a fucking sliver of right to talk to my Vice President that way. You are a piece of work, you know that." It hurt when she left me alone, because out of all the women, including Frost, who was my cousin, After was the one who claimed me as a friend. And as my friend she calmed down after handing me my ass and the girls sat in the chair waiting for Killer, Natasha and the others to come back. It has been two hours. After didn't give me any questioning looks as the others did, when Killer didn't put Kaleb down for his afternoon nap like he was going to. That was his thing. For the past 3 months Killer never missed his nap time, even when he left to go on Club business he still made sure he video called. Since the Covid thing started this year, we have kept a very low key profile. They were talking about another lockdown and the clubhouse was already on standby in case it happened. The rumble bikes can be heard and I am the first one to run toward the window, peering out. They were back. I torture myself watching Natasha and Killer. The pain hits me at how great a couple they should be, I cringe when she pulls off her helmet, giving him a smile. I don't know what he is saying because he still has his helmet on. I turn away from the window, as the ladies remain, but I don't miss the subtle touch Mercy gives me on my arm. I look down at my boy. His eyes are a light green, like my own. They are so curious, looking everywhere as he sucks his little fist in his mouth. I go down on the carpet, forgetting the television, the ladies, him, and her, and stretch my legs so they are on either side of Kaleb. "One day I will take you to the beach house in L.A, I think you will love sitting in the sun," I tell him as I cup his small cheek. I ignore the sounds behind me; the ladies walking back in. Killer's boots are right in front of Kaleb and I, then he is bending and lifting my little boy up and into his arms. Where he belongs. Maybe when the time comes and I have to leave it won't be so hard knowing he'll have the love of this man, who claims to not understand the human emotion. Well, besides the fact that he loves us both. Natasha comes to stand behind him, cooing Kaleb. Her short hair looking a bit ruffled from the ride. I can't hate Tash, I can only love her. She is my best friend, my cousin. Killer is a man that never got a taste of sweet, Tash can be that for him. He needs sweet, not a bitch. Not me. I have so many skeletons in my closet. The look he gives me, sensing my thoughts, says maybe I am right. "Let me take him for a bit," Natasha whines in a sweet voice. I wait to hear the no, but I don't. I watch him actually give Kaleb to her. That is a first, even I have to fight Killer for my boy. Not sure why it pains, but it does. I drop my gaze aware his are steel, making the room cold as he stands there after Natasha moves away with Kaleb. "Leave." His voice whips the air and I am not stupid to know he is talking to everyone else. That is Killer, still a bossy Stone. Always getting his way. I remain on the floor, refusing to look at his face because it will mean staring up at him, and now that we are alone I don't want to. He has other ideas as he walks slowly behind me, he makes me stiffen, not knowing what this man will do. He shocks me when he sits behind me, legs open, wedging me between them. I bend my own legs, and cross them, readying myself to get up. And I manage it until his one leg swipes under my feet, so swift and smooth, that I fall and he catches me with his arm around my waist, cradling me in his lap. His eyes are fucking beautiful, he has that Orniel blue eyes. It looks like an electric blue. "Finish throw your tantrum?" He asks. "I'm sorry." It takes a lot for me to say that, but not a lot for him to accept it, when his lips twitch. "I don't mind it when we're alone. It makes you wild and shameless, and that is the Sienna I know." I nod my head in understanding, "I shouldn't have said it in front of the guys and women." He gives me a contemplative look be his one finger touches lightly on my nose, "Yes, which is why I have to punish you. I can't be showing you preferential treatment over everyone else. My baby mama or not." I quirk at the baby mama comment, until I digest the other part, "Wait what?" His face shows an amused look, "You heard me." "Maybe I am deaf, because what I think I heard and what you think I heard must be different." He now full on smiles, "What I think you heard and what you think you heard is what you heard, darling." I try to sit up, but mister has other plans when he puts his hand on my stomach. "I like you like this. Soon you'd be pregnant with my spawn, I won't have this for a while." I laugh. "I am fucking glad I married you, Sienna." "I am too Kevin." Deno's warning sizzles in my head, frying away the healthy thoughts and leaving all the grime behind. He left me a wedding message this morning. If you don't leave soon, you'd put the entire club at risk, and Kaleb in danger. Killer will never forgive you if he found out what you did. Leave Sienna, we'll protect you and Killer will keep the rest safe while we finish this. I brush the thought aside as Killer sits on the floor rummaging through the toys. Shaking my head, I head outside to pick up the blanket we put on the porch. Knight is standing by the main gate with Mercy. Mercy waves showing me thumbs up, and Knight pushes her chest in a playful manner. Mercy calls me closer, and I run toward the gate. I topple over my feet, as the first hit goes straight to my stomach. My arm is knocked back by the second hit, my leg goes down with the third. I have pictured my death in every scenario. Falling off a cliff been the unlikeliest way I would die. I was so scared of heights there was not one thing about it I would consider funny. Growing up, my Uncle knew taking me on a plane anywhere would not happen without some serious Sienna tantrum. So he braced himself for days in advance before we left. And then, too, I ended up either on a boat, in a car, or staying behind. So dying by falling off a cliff, building or anything with height was not happening. And I loved myself way too much to even consider changing that. Getting eaten by a shark was an impossibility since I didn't skirt the ocean's waters regularly on any basis. I kept to the safe parts of the beach and mostly just let the water wash over me from the safe side of the shore. A car knocking me whilst I ran across the road was the silliest way I could die, and also not a possibility I would have considered. Seen as I lived in an enormous house most of my life in a small stuck up town called Liston Hills designed solely for the wealthiest people and their rich stuck up kids. They never saw me walking on the road, besides the distance it took me to get to my motorbike, or car. Choking on chocolate cake? Yes, I could die like that, I devoured a lot of cake and my ass showed just how much of it I ate. Running until my limbs fell apart? It was a possibility. I ran a lot, that however did not show anywhere on my body. Maybe getting killed was the best option. That happened a lot to me, considering I was never the one they wanted. And last, falling off my motorbike would not happen in the near future since my bike now sat at my uncle's penthouse in Washington. Over the last 28 years of my existence, I have imagined every likely way I could die. Old age, not one of them because I knew death wanted me sooner. I was too wild not to accept an invitation. And an invitation I accepted the day I chose to choose Harlin's life over mine. I can't say I regret it, because blood wasn't what made us sisters. It was the love in my heart. These passing months were my small bit of borrowed time. God's gift to an orphaned child. It was more than I had hoped for and although I didn't see this day, I knew it would come. The blood drips out of my mouth, and the Sun shines so fucking bright it brings tears in my eyes. His face, his arm under me, I can feel him all around me looking at me. "Don't leave me darlin' please no. Sienna," "I bet momma sees me now doesn't she," I cough out the liquid. "She's ain't liking what she's seeing sweet heart. Please, hang in there." "Under the bed," I say to him as I try to lift my hand just one last time. I knew before I died I would have to give him closure. I hope he gets it and moves on. I never knew how my end would come, but a sinner dying in the arms of soldier was a good way to go. Thank you so much for purchasing and reading this book to the end. SIENNA'S story is coming soon. Killer and Sienna will have three books to tell their story. Please leave a comment or review and let me know if you guys enjoyed it. As part of my gratitude I have attached a copy of Kylie Brays Book. Because I feel that her story needs to be told for you to really get an understanding of her struggles We all faces challenges but overcoming them with a positive mindset is important. Enjoy