Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4)

Chapter 53 (Beauty's Breath) (Zero)

Beauty is still as alert as ever. I wonder for the infinite time how her life really was on the streets. The

little I know was that from the time she was born, it has been the only life she had ever known, that in

the end it became a choice to just stay there, protect her crime family, give her daughter away, become

a killer.

How does she survive all that, when I have watched men die in seconds under much better

circumstances?

She smiles at me as she swings her legs over the bike, jumping off with her helmet in her hand, as her

long hair hangs down her back.

I can't stop my thoughts as my eyes search through her cold obsidian gaze. She didn't survive. The

small pieces left evolved, so she could live to fight another day.

She adapted to her environment, like a true predator.

The Catelli family were stupid to give her to us. The Satan Snipers will never give her back.

“Look at you, looking all badass and shit.” Mercy comes down the porch steps, giving my woman a

hug.

She then punches my arm.

“Yo, how’s the recovery? AFTER said you won't stop bitching about it,” Beauty smiles at Mercy as the Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

tall curvaceous biker snorts.

“The only one bitchin’ here is Hannah, River told her ass to stay home. She just got handed a free pass

on workin’ and she throws a fit, if I had a man and he said stay home, my ass will be on the couch

watchin’ reruns of Game of thrones.”

Beauty smiles and shakes her head, “I bet your ass won't see a week on a couch, you can't sit still for

two hours. You couldn't even wait a twenty at KFC.”

“It was a drive thru, who the fuck takes twenty minutes at a drive thru?”

“Apparently you and Beggar do, the chicken tasted like crap, sure that girl wasn't one of Spades

weekly's?” Killer muses as he stops next to Mercy.

“Or a Killer special?” Beauty gripes and I don't hide my smile as she lifts up her hand and lets Mercy

remove her gloves.

It brings back our conversation last week. We were at the hotel restaurant eating breakfast. She told

me that the pancakes on her plate were nothing compared to the ones Kylie made for her.

I then asked her about her time with Kylie. She was thoughtful before she answered me. She said that

those weeks with Kylie reminded her to inhale, that if she cut herself, she'd bleed just as much as if she

cut someone else.

I think my woman was telling me she learned that she was human, and remembered that she too had

to live.

“I think we should cut our losses at the KFC and try the new restaurant further in town. The place is

called Bear Ribs or some shit like that. Knight said he took one of his women there when it first opened,

food was good. I think I need a vacation ASAP. Beggar and I can go explore the dirt backs of this tiny

town. Well what is left of it, that fucking psycho is not helping the already non-existent population. How

is a woman supposed to find herself a man when there’s a serial killer on the loose?”

“Which is why we need to catch the killer first.” Killer voices.

“Come quick,” Texas yells from the Clubhouse doors, and we all rush in, following him downstairs to the

basement where we have church.

Harley is standing by the freezers just at the bottom of the staircase, tied to a chain that is secured to a

pole. Harlow got River in a chokehold with a thick silver chain wrapped around his neck.

Killer notices the same thing I do- River looks calm, considering his position. I snatch Beauty when she

takes a step, moving closer to help Prez.

“Stop babe,” I whisper into her ear, as her ass brushes my dick.

“He wants to move my sister to some other place,” Harlow screams, and I swear a fuckin’ huge wave of

relief leaves me.

“Darlin’, I was tryna explain that the move is just right on up these stairs. We were just thinkin' little Ms

Harley here might prefer a bed to rest her head, but hey, if you don't want our generosity extending to

your sister, it's your call darlin', ain't no need to turn feral on our asses.” Texas says from his vantage

point by the staircase.

“Oh.” I watch her face flush as she drops the chain, she had around our Prez's neck.

She jumps down from the chair she is standing on and the chains fall to the ground.

River rubs his neck but the man’s face is amused as she stands in front of him with her head dropped.

This girl is a feisty little kitten.

Might be a small little thing, but she’ll scratch your eyes out if you try to one up her.

River taps her nose when she apologizes. Both of them turn to face the rest of us.

Harlow’s face is stricken when she notices how many of us are downstairs.

River chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. No doubt the chick shocked the fuck out of him,

impressed him too going by his light mood.

“Welcome home, it's about fuckin' time too. I was beginning to think you three skipped the country, glad

to have you’ll back.” River rubs his beard as he says this.

Killer slaps River on the back and walks to Harley. His voice is low but I can hear him talking to the

crazy girl. Something on his face passes, before he masks it again.

I let go of Beauty as I embrace the Prez, then step back as he gives my woman a hug.

She is stiff but pats him awkwardly on the back making me smile.

Why the man and Spade torture her like this I wouldn't know but it is amusing nonetheless.

“We need to call church, it is a long shot, but I think Beau, ah Beggar might be onto something, we

might be able to find whoever it is we dealing with, and finally end this,” I tell River when he begins to

walk back to his chair.

I look at the wall behind him and my eyes must show my surprise.

The newly plastered wall is covered in a white board that has been mounted with nails. There are maps

stuck on small pieces of paper. Snaps of people seen through robot cameras. A few pictures of military

personnel, and a ton of shots with the dead victims. A few of the girls smiling.

“If things were so bad why not call us in sooner?” I question as Beauty takes a seat on Spades chair.

River runs his hands through his scruff on his jaw. Man looks worn out, “A President’s job isn't always

about club business, sometimes it's about making decisions about what a brother, or sister needs.”

He doesn't look at Beauty as he voices his reason but I know what he is saying, and it reminds me of

the conversation I had with my brother earlier this morning.

“Yeah, got somethin’ I need to tell you guys. Let me know once everyone is round up, I need to get my

woman settled.”

“Take your time, no stress. Knight and Spade are finishing up the shelving in the Night Club, should be

back in an hour or so. Go get a drink, settle in, and check out the new additions to the lounge and bar

area. The women went overboard but I have to admit the place looks good.”

“Cool. Beauty, let's go get settled, I won't say no to a cold one right now.” I say as I hold out my hand.

She gets up and her fingers interlock around mine. It is not the first time my mind boggles at how

perfect our hands fit.

I turn and see Killer is still standing by Harley, his eyes devoid of emotion as she glares at him through

her long dark blonde hair.

“Killer, you freaking her out, let's drink,” Beauty says to him, but he barely shakes his head in answer

and remains where he is.

My woman must sense something, she doesn't push the issue when he remains where he is and

neither do I.