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

Chapter 37 (Zero)

The bottles rattle as the fridge door slams shut with more force than I intended.

But fucking hell, what the fuck did I do in my previous life to get such a fucking shit run with women.

I pop the cap and take a long swig of the hop in my hand.

My head drops onto the fridge door, the bottle dangles from my fingers as I think of how fucked this day

is.

“Zero.”

Closing my eyes, I try fucking hard to control my anger and not lose my shit on the woman standing by

the kitchen door calling my name. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Quinn is not the person I need to be here right now.

“Not now,” I tell her and it comes as a plea, only it isn't heard, and I know this when I hear her shoes

move closer to me.

She touches my shoulder and I straighten from my position by the fridge and take another much-

needed swig of my beer.

“When is ever the time Zero, since she's back you spend more time avoiding Beggar than you actually

spend being with me.”

“If you aren't happy then go, I'm not forcing you to stay with me.”

She looks at me as if I punched her and I feel like a fucking asshole for it but I can't keep having her

giving me shit about Beggar.

“Don't look at me like that, you are overreacting, I haven't claimed you Quinn, I like you, fuck you are a

fucking great woman. You said you didn't want to be the other woman and I respected that and gave

you this straight, I told you I wasn't ready for a woman's name on my dick. You knew the night I fucked

Beggar, I wanted to end it, you said no. We good, you and I. You closed that shit down and we moved

on. Today it was a fucked up day and I can admit that it wasn't right having her at my back, but fuck

Quinn, what the hell were you thinking with that stunt you pulled? If you had waited and given anyone

of us a chance you would've known that Killer gave the order she ride with me.”

Quinn is standing in front of me, her curls hiding some of her face. Her lips are pinched together. I lift

my index finger pulling them apart.

Quinn probably has a shit ton to say, but Killer is Killer. He is the fucking national V.P of our club, I can't

tell him no unless I have a fucking valid reason.

I stare at her for a while, she is no Beggar, no Falon, but Quinn is a good woman. We have also been

together a fuck load longer than Beggar, and Falon.

“We have something, you and I,” I tell her, then I chug the rest of my beer down and take my woman's

hand and pull her closer to me.

She engulfs me in a hug and I smell her hair before giving her a kiss on her head.

“I'll talk to Beggar,” she says, and I already know that isn't a good idea, but I don't say it.

Instead I do what I should have done in the beginning.

I pull her by her hand, and walk as she trails behind me.

“Zero where on earth are we going? We have a club meeting in five minutes.”

“Exactly, the whole house would be here.”

We get to the lounge area and true to word everybody is here.

I can feel Beggar's presence lurking about as I go to stand in the middle of the room.

Her black her, that wraps her back like a cape is how I spot her as she runs from the room and my

words get stuck when I see Killer walking after her and slip his hand on her lower hip.

“Yo, I got an announcement,” I shout, getting everybody's attention besides the two who are huddled

close to the basement door talking.

I smile down at Quinn and she looks as clueless as everybody else.

“So I know things are going for shit, and the timing is beyond fucked, but we're not gonna get younger,

so I am staking my claim, Quinn is mine, any objections?” The room is quiet, not sure what I expected,

but it is fuckin' too quiet.

“I do.” I hear the voice and at first, I am fucking thrilled when I turn and see my blood brother on the

sofa, in his black and white suit as Mercy moves her body.

My eyes go to Beggar and Killer who are both standing by the stairs looking this way.

Killer is giving me that fucking glare, dead stare and Beggar, her eyes match him, only they are focused

on my brother.

“Congrats brother, about time you make an honest man out of him Quinn,” River announces as he

claps his hands together stepping to Quinn and I.

He smiles at both of us and I clap the prez on his back.

The others come and congratulate us, Storm also hugging Quinn which is a first.

Killer and Beggar come too, and though I am surrounded by my club brothers I keep my eyes alert,

looking from Thorn, who is on the sofa and Beggar who is walking with Killer close on her heels that

they are actually touching.

A movement to the side of my head catches me and I instantly relax when I see After walk toward my

brother and sit next to him.

She didn't say anything, but then I don't expect After to say shit but I do know she won't let anybody

harm Thorn.

Beggar and Killer get here, and Killer comes and shakes my hand.

His eyes say nothing but the tight grip on my hand as his fingers squeeze around it says quite a bit.

Beggar walks up to us, I tense, not sure what she is going to say. She has been snippy lately. Her

temper very unpredictable and Quinn also stiffens next to me and I squeeze her hand in reassurance.

It feels like everybody fucking quietens. They all know our short history, our little affair.

Her black eyes that has held me captive, that has been my nightmare as much as my fantasy stares at

Quinn, not at me.

I frown but don't say shit, it feels like Beggar is walking past my grave like she is forgetting I exist.

From the corner of my eyes, I glance at my brother's seated body and harden my resolve. She is the

reason he can't walk, he is on a fucking couch.

He is also looking at her, and I expect anger but it is not anger on Thorn's face but something else,

something I don't fucking like, because I can't understand it.