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

“Beggar, he's moved on."

Killer has since taken off his boots and has his feet up on the bed. Kylie stopped in and brought snacks and a burger for him to eat. Killer loves food, he also burns energy as fast as he could eat it.

We talked about a lot.

But that statement that came seconds ago has me closing my eyes as I nod sharply.

I need to accept that. My intention wasn't to ask Killer about Zero. It just slipped out. Human nature. Guess I have always had a curious mind.

"Falon."

"No, he came clean to Falon. Woman's name is Quinn, she was a military nurse. Retired last year joined us a few months back. She came to Kanla just a couple of weeks before Zero got deployed and went to Hong Kong."

"Quinn. I am happy for him," I say her name and those words, and it is true words.

Zero has moved on, I am happy. Him and I aren't meant to be, never were. I pick up the letter from next to my bed and get up.

Killer drops his legs, letting me pass him as I go to the dressing table and grab the black handled scissors Kylie used to trim my hair. Knife to paper, I cut the letter up in shreds. Don't want to hear his words, I never needed them.

As the pieces fall on the floor Killer comes into my line of sight and starts picking it up.

"I don't know much about this shit but maybe you should comeback and sort shit with him, he'll be back soon. The brother hasn't been the same since you left and I know you used to give him shit. That must mean he wants you busting his balls."

I smile at Killer's logic, but my mind sobers, this is what I wanted.

What I expected.

Why does it still make my chest pain?

This news should make me feel relieved yet all I feel is an overwhelming pain.

A few weeks with Kylie in this house and I got soft.

I forgot my hard lessons, I should never forget them. I still got two people to kill and one of them is Thorn, Zero's brother.

That should be my focus now, not him and his Quinn.

My mind hardens, remembering my nights in the cold, my foster father raping me.

my head as I signed my name on a piece of paper that not only joined me to my monster but sealed it ('till death do we part). One of us had to die and it couldn't be

stand up to my tall form and my eyes that are full of

filthy, dirty beggar. But Kylie

says as he moves to the walk in closet and

A biker jacket.

it, so familiar, like he

room, why did you ask Kylie

pants with a

more than an entire conversation, now

eye, maybe some woman would, but I

top are off my body as I slip on

Killer says when I grab the track

me and his cold hard hands grip the back of my

pressure on

and together we are going to do to him everything he has done to you and only then

out of anger and passion as

A thorough prediction

that I know that the biggest monster is not my husband but the one who has my life in

I have made friends with the devil.

the top of the

shit dump Storm took me to last time, so you better make it good,” She screams from down

extra set of gloves, it's on my bike,” Of

Killer with his plan.

finally outside. I am behind Killer on

is on, and my gloved hands are on his lower

black and blue leather outfit with thick

over a bike that Killer calls a ninja. He said it is very fast. Kylie starts her bike up and

his head and touches my

him, the night I jumped on his bike. I was

felt free. For that time I wasn't someone with a past or present. I was just a girl,

ride through Medina, Seattle. The most affluent area in

ride through the

I now live

around a bend,