Chapter 3 - Sniper
Sniper stared at Brady, as Brady stared back. The boy was just over three now, and he had the attitude to rival any biker. They were currently in a stare off over the new bike his mom had bought him.
“It’s a girl’s bike,” his nephew huffed as he crossed his little arms over his chest.
“It’s not a girl’s bike,” Sniper shot back with a completely straight face, although it did look kind of like a girl’s bike.
“My mom got it for me. My dad would have got me a badder one,” Brady complained.
“I think you mean a better one little man,” Sniper grinned.
“No, I mean a badder one. One more like your’s and dad’s,” Brady told him.
Sniper had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud. “You’re three little man, I think you’re going to have to wait awhile before we buy you one like ours.”
The boy eyed the bike with pure hatred. “It’s red, that’s a sissy colour. I wanted black. Black’s fucking awesome.”
Sniper almost choked on the water he had just chugged as he stared at his nephew in shock. He was about to say something in response when his sister beat him to it. She was standing on her porch and sending her own glare her son’s way.
“Brady, I don’t ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth again,” Misty yelled.
“Dad and the uncles say them all the time,” Brady returned with complete innocence.
“Yeah, and if your dad and uncles jumped off a cliff would you,” Misty yelled back.
“Yes,” Brady answered without an ounce of hesitation. “They’d keep me safe.”
Misty threw up her arms in agitation and turned her glare on Sniper. Sniper shrugged his shoulders and grinned at his sister.
“We would keep him safe,” he agreed.
She sighed then, and Sniper knew she didn’t know what to do. “Where’s Trike?” he questioned her.
“Preacher sent him on a run with Tripp and Shadow. He’ll be back tomorrow sometime. He hates the bike, doesn’t he?” she asked with a touch of sadness.
“Yes,” Brady answered, at the same time Sniper said no. He turned and frowned at his nephew.
“It’s fine, he was just hoping for one that looked more like ours,” Sniper soothed her. “Would you be terribly upset if I took it back and got him a different one?”
“I’d be grateful,” Misty replied as she deflated. “I should have just asked you in the first place, but I didn’t want to bother you. Every time Trike goes away I come knocking on your door.”
Sniper immediately stalked across the grass and up her steps. He tagged her by the neck and pulled her in for a tight hug. She clung to him just like she used to do when she was little, and it made him grin.
“I love you Monkey,” he told her, using the nickname he had given her ages ago. “You can always come to me. You’ll break my heart if you ever stop.” Then he kissed her forehead and stepped back, to find her looking up at him with stars in her eyes.
“Love you too,” Misty whispered. “I just want you to find your one like I did. You deserve to be as happy as me and Trike.”
“Thanks, but I think that ship has sailed. Besides, I like being free to do what I want,” Sniper told her.
She frowned at him, but let it go. “Guess you need the receipt and keys to our SUV?” she questioned.
He grinned down at her. “That would help.”
After Misty had given birth to Brady, Trike had bought an SUV. He wanted both Misty and Brady safe. She hadn’t driven it yet because her eyes weren’t good enough, but he had hope that one day she would.
“Who did you take with you when you bought it?” Sniper questioned.
“Ali,” Misty responded with a huge smile. Those two went everywhere together, but Ali had a baby girl of her own, causing her to lean towards girly things. He shook his head as she turned and disappeared into the house.
“You’re the man,” Brady told him with complete adoration.
Grinning, Sniper held up his fist, allowing Brady to bump it with his own.
“I’m gonna get a fucking awesome bike now,” Brady declared.
“Brady,” Misty yelled from inside. “What did I tell you about the language?”
“Jesus, she’s got the biggest ears,” Brady complained.
Sniper couldn’t help laughing, his nephew was fucking funny. Instead of hanging around though, he picked him up and hurried to the SUV. He knew enough to get the boy out of there before he said more. He strapped him in then got the keys and receipt off his sister. Not a minute later they were on their way to the bike shop.