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

Chapter 27 (Beggar)

Spade jumps up from the bed as Whisp begins talking about the new pole Knight and Storm mounted

to the floor upstairs in the training room. Spade throws me an energy bar as he grabs Jade's hand

dragging her out of the room, ignoring her protests.

“See you, ladies, later.”

“Make sure you keep it down, we not all getting it five times a day,” Mercy yells loud and all of us stare

at her.

“What? That was days ago. Don't judge.” Mercy flicks her hair as she says this, then bends to pick up

the discarded clothes on the floor.

The woman like After are both built as fighters. Mercy got hips, a big breast, and a curvy tall body that

can make any man feel lesser.

After is leaner, but her stomach is ripped and her shoulders are broad, which makes up for her short

form.

“You were fucking screaming so loud I heard you from outside,” Venus bursts out laughing.

I was witness to that day.

The Satan Sniper's Club was a lot different from the few bikers I have run into during my years in

Washington DC.

The Satan Snipers mostly didn't have sex in the open, we heard them now and again or a few kissed

each other on Saturday when we were having our open braai. But the place isn't a fuck fest.

Unless the other Chapters and Charters are around. That's an entirely new ball game.

I only witnessed it for a night before I left here but since my return, I did hear the stories among the

women.

“Okay, okay, but in my defense, Knight and Storm have the bigger kind, two for one will keep no

woman quiet.”

“Knight isn't that big, Texas on the other hand,” Whisp starts to whistle.

Hannah rolls her eyes, “I get the picture, let's stop comparing the size of men's dicks. Bee you ready,

now you need to go talk to your man, don't take his shit, I know Zero is a lot like River, stubborn and

thick-headed. So don't put on kid's gloves.”

“Yeah, show the fucker who's boss,” Mercy adds in as Whisp gives me an encouraging smile.

“Just go there and say what you need to say, it is better knowing where you stand,” Venus advises me

and hands me a sweet, taking away the energy bar I squashed in my hand.

I nod my head and stare at all the women who are so different from each other but joined by the club

as one.

Once I leave the room, I rush down the stairs and go through the kitchen, it is closest to the barn.

I march up the hill.

My head already knowing that he is going to say something terrible and I am going to take it, say

nothing.

I know I should tell him the truth about his brother.

Honesty is what Zero wants and I was going to protect him from the truth, but why should I.

The truth is supposed to hurt to the one listening and free the one confessing. As I walk closer to him, I

know those words for the lie it is.

It doesn't make me feel better thinking about telling him the truth. But it does make me hold my tongue.

I can't tell.

The thought to go back down the hill enters my mind but my feet continue moving closer to him.

The shorts I'm wearing creep up my butt and I pull the piece of material down every few seconds.

Before I came to the Clubhouse, my clothes consisted of three pairs of jeans, two were men's I picked

up from a charity van a couple years back. Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Two t-shirts I got from a hooker, Candy when I swapped my mother's dress for them.

It was few days after that I shoved a beer bottle through her eye after she almost got me killed by the

drug cartel, I was fuckin' pissed.

Then there was the famous Hood, the one I got from a guy I tried to steal from. He fucked me up and

gave me a hundred bucks including the Hooded jacket.

I never owned underwear, so that is something that still gets to me. But I did afford myself something

nice, A leather Jacket and leather pants.

Two items I only used when I went out hunting men from a list that did what Lucca couldn't, it stripped

away my being, the thing that made me human.

And I wasn't yet completed, I still had two more names left. One of them was the brother of the man I

was currently staring at.

Maybe I should go, the thought is the most logic my mind has spoken since I put on these shorts and

walked up this Hill.

I start to do just that, then I stop and think of Kylie.

What would she do? That is simple, confront her problems head on. And Zero is a problem. I need to

talk to him, even if it isn't what I came here to say.

That will have to be a secret I take to my soon to be early grave.

“Zero.”

He turns at the sound of my scratchy voice. His green eyes, seem like a deep golden yellow from this

far. His body is much bigger and scarier than I remember, explains why I tend to chicken out every time

I get a chance to talk to him.

Even knowing that I have touched that body, and I have caught a glimpse of the man himself, to know

that those are his best features, doesn't make him less frightening.

He touches the scar under his eye, something that I will always characterize with Zero. And that frown,

it has me gulping.

“What do YOU want?” He turns back to his task, dismissing me as if I am nobody.

But spending so many years on the streets, you know a nobody doesn't get a reaction like that. A

nobody gets no reaction at all.

I turn my head to look at the house, the woman peeping through the bedroom window makes me

braver. I can do this, I am safe, I can talk to him.

My mind repeats the words, over and over again. I take that step, and another until I stop close to him,

just barely in the barn.

Now I am a few feet away from the man that once wanted to save me.

Only now as I stare at his tense shoulders, I know he finally sees what I've tried to tell him from the

beginning. I can't be saved, I don't want to.