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

Chapter 1: Book 3: Zero

Zero

Beauty and I, the Beast

Once upon a time I met a girl, I loved her with everything in me.

My love was something that happened so sudden, like a real fairy tale.

She was my beauty and I, her beast.

When she stared in my eyes I was lost in her black soulless depths, forgetting the soul I didn't see.

When Beauty looked into my HEART I saw the future in her cold hard stare.

Her body was my glory, I ignored the weapon it showed me.

I was obsessed in the slope of her curves, the movement of her hips as she put one foot in front of the other.

Her touch blinded me.

When Beauty touched me she awoke the beast, called to the killer and hummed to the sniper, until she was where my heaven began and my demons ended.

I remember the day when just a glimpse of her gutted me in the chest.

Beauty was where my madness sang and in less than a month I was hers.

My pops once told me that every man has his falling point.

Every brother has a day to mourn.

I thought I mourned when I put my club brothers to rest in the ground after our second tour.

I convinced myself I mourned when I lost the woman I almost called my wife after she chose a needle over my vow and overdosed on crack.

FUCK, I thought I mourned when I almost lost my blood brother, but nothing takes the stakes like it does now.

Nothing better compares to mourning than the agony I feel at the betrayal of the one person I gave myself to.

woman who made sense of my

to the nothingness of

to hear a voice I would never hear

time I met a girl, I loved her with everything

sudden, like a real fairy tale, she was my

a secret, another life, and in the end

description to the betrayal I feel, to the hollowness

an entity, now

here is where I see her- on the hillside looking over the

feel her essence, still taste it on my tongue in the

I really stop and stare at the darkened water I see the silhouette of

of the burn down my throat brings the numbness I force upon myself from bottoming a bottle

is my coping

yell from the top of

“BEAUTY.”

girl that was all fake, that

will have the craziest story to tell me, explaining why she betrayed me, the reasons

she chose him over

goes, as it always will- passing and stealing my darkness which is

with

time- morning, sunrise;

pretending that

the reflection of

to remember our last

she is- A trained killer, a wanted

the girl

it's time to go

my left side as the sun

should expect him by now. It has been two weeks

my

ass off this hill and taken me back inside, to what was once my home, now just my own

He gets me up.

legs protesting

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