Sniper (Steel Demons MC, #8)

Katey

“I hate it here,” I whined to my brother. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I was whining, because I damn sure was. It didn’t matter that Sniper had seemed almost human over breakfast, one good meal wouldn’t change my unhappiness.

Cal sighed and I could picture him pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. Or annoyance. Something that reminded me I was a burden. “Is someone mistreating you?”

I opened my mouth fully prepared to lie, to say whatever it took to get me out of here, but I couldn’t do that because despite everything, one thing Sniper said to me had stuck. All of the people here, even the old ladies and the kids were in danger because of me. “No, nobody is mistreating me, not even when I deserve it. It’s just, I don’t like feeling like I’m someone’s property. Like I belong to them, and they can do whatever they want.” Saying the words out loud made me feel foolish, but I’d been there before. “I can’t do it again.”