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Chapter 40 (Beggar)
Chapter 40 (Beggar)
A week after we left Kanla it was fucking hot, and the turtle neck vest I was wearing was driving me
crazy. A few days later Killer walked into our hotel room with a bag with the written words- Graff
Diamonds.
I opened it and there was a choker made of small diamonds and chains that started from the top of my
neck resting on my collar bone.
Killer went on to explain the many diamonds that were used to make it, and the pure gold which made
it light.
It is exquisite and most of all hides my burns. The jewelry is weightless and came with a small key to
lock it. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.
Which Killer took delights in locking when I refused the gift. He said he thought I would say no, which is
why he waited for me to sleep and locked it on my neck.
It hasn't come off since. And I have no idea where the key is.
“Let's move,” Killer barks.
We open the van and we all go out. I move with Killer to the front of the store where all the people are
just moving about. Some walking to their cars, others pushing carts.
Non of them aware that inside that supermarket is a crazy psycho killer.
“Once Harley is caught, we can head back to DC.”
“Yeah, yeah, I have been waiting for months, what makes now any different.”
“She's asked for you,” I nod my head and continue on our mission. Time will come later to think about
Kylie, now we have a crazy bitch to capture.
“We in, she's buying a fuck ton of lighter fluid and spray cans, they're seriously should put a limit on this
shit.” Scurry's voice comes through the phone.
We agreed to use our phones, and Winner set up a six way line, so we can all be connected.
“Get closer to her, but do it from the other section,” Killer says in to the ear piece.
“Have you even been inside a Walmart store,” Rest asks Killer and I don't stop the snort coming from
my mouth.
His blue eyed gaze glowers at me, and I rub my nose and drop my eyes to the floor to hide my smile.
“She's heading for the check out, I think we should make sure she checks out, and you and Begs can
get her in the car, put one of those sticks in her neck,” Winner suggests.
Killer looks at me up and down, before his jaw hardens and he says, “Yeah good call.”
My eyes widen at that, and I can say I am impressed.
Killer and I had a lot of 'conversations,' what many would call screaming matches about him bossing
people around.
I explained to him that having no emotions, or lack of feelings didn't mean he was always right,
sometimes other people were also correct.
“She is at the cashiers till.”
Killer stands so still, before he is running, and when I say running I mean he is sprinting as if his life
depends on it.
“Get the fuck out of there now, the place is going to blow,” he screams and my eyes widen as
understanding dawns on what he just said.
I run after him and hear two gunshots.
Killer rushes into the Walmart as we watch Harley go down, and the place erupts in chaotic screams,
kids start to cry, women shriek, and trolleys fall and some are pushed as people barge past me,
running.
The cashiers also move to the door, right where I am standing and the security guards start pulling their
guns out.
“Put your guns down.” Killer barks at them, showing them his special ops badge and they instantly back
down.
“We need everyone out of the building, this lady is considered a fugitive and a national threat. Move.”
Winner barks in a harsh voice as he comes walking with Rest and Scurry tailing behind him.
“Begs, you good?” I nod in the affirmative, and walk slowly to Killer who put his hands around my waist,
grounding me in the now.
He did the same when we first left Kanla, it is like he senses when I am going to clock out. Killer keeps
it from happening.
“Get her, where's Bull?”
“Climbing down the ladder. See you in three,” Bulls voice can be heard from our ear pieces.
Winner goes to Harley and lifts her up and swings her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It
should feel good that we got her but I don't feel shit.
“Can we ride later.” I lift my head up to Killer as his crunched up face is glaring at Harley's unconscious
form.
“Yeah, let's cage her, then get the fuck out of here.” Killer grabs my hand and pulls me, normally I
would say something about this but I know now isn't the time.
Something isn't right.
Winner puts Harley down on the vans flooring and we all get inside, as Scurry and Bull take the front,
with Scurry driving.
We get to the private Jet and instead of leaving the others at the open field, Killer and I both jump in
with them wordlessly. Kylie will have to wait a bit longer.
The sun is going down as we touch down to the private strip of land that is owned by Killer's family on
the outskirts of Liston Hills.
It takes us another hour before we are on the road and heading toward Kanla. Winner has Harley
strapped to him as Killer once had me, except they injected her with some heavy sedatives.
The thought of seeing Zero has my insides getting all twisted.
The last time I saw him I let him go. Deep down I missed him, but I would never tell him that, I wasn't
lying when I told him that beggar was just a passerby, nor did I lie when I said I'd be back.
But I learned when I was younger that time does make things easier. It is like forcing a situation you
don't want.
Most people on the streets never asked for the life they got, but they became accustomed to it, no
matter how much they despised it.
It was shit luck, but as humans we either survive or die and make way for those who would. I think
when I left Zero I put that into motion. We were going to survive each other apart one way or the other.
By the time we arrive at the farm house we call our clubhouse it is closing on night time and making
way for the cold nip that comes around.
The yard is packed with bikes.
Killer mentioned that National was stopping by as well as some of the big guns from Houston and a few
from Ohio.
What he didn't mention was why, but I supposed that was a muted point, as the reason was currently
getting tossed around by Bull as he helped Winner free himself from Harley.
I slide my helmet off and I scan the vast amount of bikers. The stench of weed is strong and I see
Texas standing with a group of the club brothers smoking a joint.
Their cuts all on them and they look bad ass.
I tighten my jacket and I feel a sense of loss as I wait for Killer.
My training has been completed for a few weeks now but I haven't earned myself a jacket. Rest let me
know it would take time to get a cut.
She told me hers took years to earn, I didn't have years.
I explained shit to Killer, so he knew that soon we would have to hunt Lucca down, and I knew hunting
him, then finishing Thorn off would not only earn me an early death, but even if I survived it would
guarantee me a hunted life.
Lucca was a bad boss to many, but there were a few of his clan that would not take lightly his death.
They would avenge him, of that I was certain.
Same with Thorn, but him and his people I could handle.
“Come on let's get some food, I'm hungry.” Killer grips my hand as I just finish pull the last glove off my
right, and I stop him.
He turns his short cropped head to me, it is still taking some getting used to, why he decided to cut his
hair so short I have no idea.
“Killer wait a sec.”
“What is it?” He asks me and I don't think twice when I ask him honestly,
“How do you kill without feeling.”
I would say his face softens but I think if it was anybody else they would say I was imagining things.
“Acceptance Beggar, I choose to do everything I do, including when I pull that trigger, you've got to
make that choice for yourself.”
He touches my face with a barely there brush of his thumb and walks away. And I stand under the night
sky, inhaling the strong unmistakable smell of weed, listening to the mass of voices surrounding, while
my eyes wonder around this new place that I admit is now my home, thinking that I am so much worse
than all these bikers, that I am capable of much more than these snipers Killer calls his
brothers.