Sniper (Steel Demons MC, #8)

Katey

I t had been six hours since I told Sniper the truth. He hadn’t come to bed, and I was more pissed off that I cared than I was that he hadn’t returned to our room.

It was almost funny when you thought about it. I’d been so scared of the nameless, faceless men that protected Ethan, too scared to even talk about them for fear it might conjure them up and bring danger to the Steel Demons’ doorstep. That was a worry or rather, a fear, for another day. Doing the right thing, it turned out, had cost me something I didn’t even realize I wanted to hang on to.

Sniper’s response or lack of one told me everything I needed to know. I guess I’d hoped he might come back to talk to me, but the more I thought about it, the more I understood why he hadn’t. By keeping quiet I’d put his club at risk. I was a liability, it was time to move on. It wasn’t fair to Sniper or Diesel or any of the women who’d been nothing but kind to me, to get caught in the middle of a fight that wasn’t theirs. No matter what Falcon or Peyton or Ellie had said, I wasn’t one of them.