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.