Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 11

There is no escaping it.

The Satan Snipers turned on me, they were unfamiliar friends and I didn't know what they would do.

I haven't survived this long taking easy roads.

Sometimes logic isn't easy, it mostly isn't the safe option, but in my case, it keeps you the fuck alive. Surviving isn't just for me it is for her too, my little girl who never stood a chance.

So I turned to a familiar foe. A demon that I knew would hurt me, but not kill me just yet.

The window of the bedroom makes a creaking sound. My mind blanks as my senses heighten.

Lucca already found me. I should pray now, but I ain't never put my life in gods hands before.

I jerk upright and push Kylie off the bed. She unceremoniously falls with a big sound.

“Beggar, what the fuck sugar.”

“Quiet, somebody is by the window.”

I get up, rush toward the window as it opens and a black leather-ed covered leg comes in. Recognizing the stranger, a familiar one, my mind, and shoulders both relax.

I know this devil that sneaks in the window.

He is an evil I trust. Someone who once laid next to me.

A man I didn't intend to see any time soon.

Killer stands there, in the dark. I should say he is right where he needs to be, hidden.

He once told me that his best place is in the darkest of corners. Kylie walks past me and switches on the main light.

She is talking but her words are muted as the light comes on and all my focus is on Killer.

I imagined different scenarios of meeting Zero again. Seeing his face and hearing his voice, it always ended with me killing him or he killing me.

Killer, I never imagined seeing him. Guess my mind knew it could be two ways, he'd either let me live and protect me or he'd kill me.

Now he just stands there, his blank, dead eyes more pleasant than that of an unfamiliar smiling face.

I am not dead and he is why I am here, so I guess he will let me live. No gray lines, to him it is either black or white.

It has been a while since I have seen any of the Satan Snipers.

Knowing Killer, if he wanted me dead I would have been a long time ago, after all he knew what I was going to do before I even did. It is why I'm here, in Kylie Bray's house, safe for now.

I walk a few steps closer to Killer.

I don't know what to say to him, Kylie doesn't have the same problem,

"I knew you gonna come, why didn't you just take the front door, you could've saved me a butt injury." She says this as she rubs her butt.

The shorts she is wearing doesn't do much to cover it.

“Where's Vincent?” Killer asks her.

“He left this afternoon, I don't see him coming back today, why didn't you just take the door.”

Killer walks past me and hugs Kylie. He looks good , guess he always had.

His blue eyes stare at me with so much words unsaid and I am certain mine say the same.

"I told you I was coming, I prefer the window, doors are too human,” he says to Kylie and still his eyes are stuck on me.

Why is he looking at me like that? The last time Killer looked at me with such intensity was the first day I arrived at the Satan Sniper's Clubhouse.

I was much more caged then. I was living and breathing my nightmare of Lucca and his men.

For some reason, since I got here and healed, my nightmares aren't just stemmed from Lucca, but from Zero.

I should say something about now, but the words just don't want to come. He is really here.

“I didn't know you were coming,” My scratchy voice still gets me, even as my words finally decide to start working.

He doesn't smile, there isn't anything worth smiling for.

He has always given me his true self. He is one of the very few people I consider a friend.

Not sure what I am to him, it's a fucked up friendship.

I can't really say I know Killer, I've only met him four months ago.

What I do know is that Killer doesn't show emotion. I thought I saw deep glimpses of it when his brother's son, Aron was around and the few nights he slept in my bed.

We all lie, but it's the reason we do it which counts.

Killer and I both watch Kylie leave. She has become something to me, akin to a sister. She is the longest person I have lived with since my mother and while I am many things, since I have arrived here, Kylie has shown me that I am also human.

Money, or no money, it doesn't make you bleed any more or less.

The door closes and my eyes leave the white door, focusing on the one other person in this room. Killer pulls a small white envelope from the inside of his cut

“I've already read it,” he says handing me the envelope.

I don't need to ask him any questions, truth is I don't want to.

I don't need to find out the answers to those unasked questions as I already know who it's from.

We both know what this letter is going to say. I don't need the letter to say a word. The day I left the Clubhouse, Zero's eyes said it all.

“We got a new President.”

“Did Rounder die?” Rounder was the president I knew. A sick man, dying of cancer.

He accepted me into their motorcycle club and insisted everybody treated me as an equal.

His intentions were good but I found myself liking the ones who didn't fake it .The people in the club who liked me, and the ones who didn't and made it known.

Falseness was never something I trusted. Still don't.

“No, the men finally got their balls back and voted him out. River a member from National took his place. The club is doing better.”

“You mean nobody is falling on your fist.”

“There's always people falling on my fist, today some fucker is getting a break, tomorrow they would be falling again.”

I bite the bottom of my lip to hold the laugh I really want to have now.

I put the letter in my hand onto the nightstand next to the bed. My eyes don't look at it. Instead I find some of that happiness with Killer here, the glee people seem to have at times.

And it is like those days spent with Killer in his room, that we talk about nothing, yet everything at the same time.

Only know I am not just Beggar, but a little human too.