Sniper (Steel Demons MC, #8)

Katey

L ockdown wasn’t as fun as it sounded when Sniper brought it up. Even from the confines of my room I could tell that the air was thick with worry and anticipation. Music played, but the chatter was a low hum, instead of the enthusiastic conversations and laughter that usually sounded on the other side of my door.

Whatever the task was that Sniper, and nearly all of the Steel Demons had gone to take care of must be really serious. They could be gone all night, a thought that ratcheted my worry up another ten notches which only pissed me off. I shouldn’t be scared for Sniper, and I shouldn’t have urged him not to go earlier, like I was some terrified housewife. It was silly and each time I thought about it, humiliation burned deep within me.

Someone knocked on the door, then opened it without hesitation. It was Peyton and Harper. “You gonna stay in here all night or do you want to reduce your stress with a drink or five?”