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Chapter 17 (Zero)
Chapter 17 (Zero)
“Don't push him.” I bump Texas when he says this, giving him no option but to let me pass.
I go straight to the lounge knowing River is going to want to have the meeting in the common area if it
is about Beggar.
The room is packed with everybody. The disinfectant scented air is thick with the tension that is coming
off everyone here.
I spot an empty chair next to Mercy and walk over to take it. Knight comes down on the floor in front of
me.
River is standing in the middle of the room blocking the TV. Hannah now his old lady sits to River's right
on the sofa next to Spade, Storm, AND Venus.
Whisp, Chadley, and Den, three of our six Prospects stand behind them. I notice everybody in the club
is around except Falon and Quinn.
“Right, now that you are all here before I tell you guys this I want all of you to remain the fuck calm, I
don't need fucking bullshit. Understood,” River's words are his no shit zone.
“Yes Prez,” We all say.
“Six weeks ago Beggar escaped from Lucca's property in Washington State, she killed his men and
managed to get out of there. She went to Kylie Bray's house. I received the phone call weeks after.
Last night she went missing again. Now, before you all start busting my balls, you need to understand
where I was coming from. Since I have got here there has been shit storm after shit storm. It wasn't a
matter of trust by keeping this under key. Beggar was going to come on home, but not until she was
ready. It was her choice not to say a thing. Now I know many of ya'll are probably pissed off but I think
the girls choices are to be respected. These past months we have searched, tortured, killed, whatever
the fuck we could to get her back and she ended up saving herself. I don't think this time around she's
gonna get the chance. So I need to ask all of ya'll to put down your differences, put aside you fucking
feelings and your own personal shit and help me find her and bring her the fuck home. Beggar never
just saved our women, but a war with the outfit. She sacrificed herself for us and it is our duty as her
family to do the same for her. So who the fuck got a problem with that talk now and get the fuck out.”
The room is quiet.
We are all too shocked to say a thing. Beggar was at Kylie's house and she didn't say shit.
Why? I instantly scan the room for Killer but he isn't there.
“All my heads meet me in the basement in thirty.” River walks off and I get up following him.
Storm stops me with his hand on my chest, “Hold on man, are you good?”
A few months back he was just as fucked up as I was for different reasons. The bottle was his only
friend until Killer beat the shit out of him when he found out Storm was dating Kylie and River was our
new President.
I treated him like shit, and now he is asking me if I am good.
I embrace the young VP, “Yeah man let's just get it done.”
I walk down to the basement, the door is open and I stop mid-step, listening to Killer, “...Beggar won't
survive this time. When I saw her a few weeks back, I told her I would find him. She was in my arms. I
should have insisted and just brought her ass back here. I won't make that mistake again.”
“I know you won't, she is counting on you.”
The rage that burns in my blood, blinding me to the killer I was trained to be is at the point of insanity.
“You knew and you didn't fucking tell no one,” I bellow as my feet drop to the basement taking the stairs
four at a time.
"He told me." River is leaning on the desk where he sits.
Killer is standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.
Covered in black, from head to toe. His rings and piercings make his tattoos more formidable under the
brighten light.
"I don't have to say shit to you. You moved on from her with a fucking letter, that she didn't even want to
fucking read. She isn't yours, so step down brother."
His words cut fucking deep as his emotionless face turns to me. He is so calm, but I can see the rage
in his cold stare. I know it because it matches mine. I walk closer to him.
“She isn't yours either.” I uppercut him in his gut. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.
He retaliates, tackling my legs, bringing me down.
The chairs bruise my back as I fall hard on them, some topple over with me while others wheel away.
I push my legs up, my left one bends from the back and my right straightens in the front as I balance
my body.
"This has been long overdue. You have been waiting for this, from the time you knew she was mine.
You knew I will fuck up so you can go play knight and shining fuckin' armor."
Killer gives me a look, a look I know too well.
The Ghost is looking at my soul.
He shakes his head, "You not fuckin' worth it."
Killer stands there and puts his hands behind his back, not walking away. Just looking at me in disgust,
and I fucking snap.
All that pent-up frustration, the hurt of losing her.
The pain I felt when I found out she was the one who tried to kill my brother.
THAT gut-sick feeling I felt sitting in that room as River told us that she was safe, and the betrayal of
Killer as I heard him. As he confessed that he held her, he was with her.
Everything rushes me as I go for him.
Two blows to the face, the third going to his gut again, which he blocks and takes the opening of my
torso and punches me.
His blow lands on the edge of my rib cage, and partially on my stomach, it's a fucking precise move for
a precise killer.
I kick him as the insides of my stomach winds out.
He swipes my feet from under him and I catch myself with my knuckles hitting the ground.
I kick out and get him close to his nuts. Every man has feelings in his nuts.
Losing his balance, he stumbles back and The Ghost comes for me.
We are both on the cemented ground throwing fist after fist. My knuckles are bust, even though they
are used to punching.
Killer's knuckles are no better.
HE starts to get aggressive and uses my body in something only Jet-Lee and The Ghost would do.
And before my mind processes, anything but the pain I'm in he has his foot on my windpipe and he is
standing right on top of me.
He spits blood, it lands right next to my face on the floor as his eyes that have seen more death in his
seven years in the special ops team than I have my whole life look deep in me. And I could say they
have emotion, just one -disgust.
"As I fucking said you not worth it, you don't DESERVE her." He gives me one last kick in my sack and
he's gone.
It could be ten minutes or more when I get up. I knew the fucker was going to win, he has an extensive
background in mix martial arts and Jujitsu.
I see River sitting on his chair watching me. The man has eyes that can tell you stories, the ones you
never forget.
I forgot he was even here.
He gets up as I look at him through my one good eye.
"Don't expect pity from me, you deserved that. You practically claimed Beggar when you fucked her
and made it known to the whole club, and in less than a month you moved on from the woman who
gave her fucking life for our women in this club. Now she's gone and Kylie too who is Killer's sister in
case you forgot. "
"Fuck." I mutter.
I didn't know Kylie was taken, I did deserve it.
“Why didn't you say Kylie was gone,” My tone is accusing and it is because I am accusing him.
"It isn't my place, but as I said you deserve that."