Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 12

"Hey you, didn't think you would call so soon. I'm just pulling a shift at the hospital tonight. Hannah said they were understaffed so I offered to pull the extra weight, might as well start early.”

I listen to her sweet voice, so unlike Beggar. Quinn the chatterbox.

"Yeah, that's good, just make sure your ass is in my bed when I get back,” Quinn is a great woman.

She understands I care for her. It's the most she will get from me and she is okay with that.

It is enough. She has no baggage, no emotional shit and she is older.

She understands my job with the government so I never have to keep shit from her.

I met Quinn before I got deployed for a retrieval mission in Hong Kong. It was a month after Beggar left me.

I was fucked, got into it with all the brothers besides Killer. He told me if he beat me up it'd be what I wanted and he wasn't feeling generous. Fucking ass-hole was always right, that time was no different

I was drowning in a river with no beginning, no end, so close to getting on my bike and saying fuck it to everything. Then I met talkative Quinn.

“When will that be? I thought you wanted me to meet you outside, how did outside get to inside, let a lone on your bed.”

“Babe, it's been a while, I need to see if I still have a dick left.”

“That's what your hands are for Zero, use it.”

This is what I like about her, her easy nature, the flow. Being with Quinn is as simple as breathing.

No stress, or fits, or getting lied to or ducking around like a fucking teenager.

Not sure how we happened, at first we were just two people, both dealing with our own stuff. She broke down and told me her story which wasn't anything half as bad as Beggar or the other women in my past.

I was reluctant at first to tell her anything but eventually I got pissed ass drunk and told her mine.

And in my drunken state we connected in every sense of the word, I fucked her and she wasn't that bad, gave me great head.

After I left the first time I started getting letters from her and now here I am four months later and my second mission in Trinidad completed, ready to get back to Kanla.

A new woman waiting for me who would never expect a thing more than what I give her. Nor, is she fucked in the head and plotting my brother's death like Beggar.

I can call her Beggar now, it is who she is. Letting Beauty go was hard, and I think I have let ago. I have moved on.

Life is too short, I don't want mine to end without settling down. I'm at the age in my life where I want to have a kid, I am too old for shit and lying women.

If there is one thing Quinn made clear to me was that she never wanted to be the other woman. She wanted it all in or nothing. I respect that.

It is what I will give her after I find Beggar. Quinn is a good fit, we are both older and more mature.

Still can't believe I am going home, been a while since I've seen the brothers and the women.

Quinn said she'd meet me there last week when I told her the news. She is a new member of our club.

She is older than most of our women in the Kanla chapter.

“I'll see you soon, don't forget, you bed and naked.”

“Aha, how about you get your ass here and we can see about that.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Later.” We end the call just as I hear one of my club brothers voice,

“Don't tell me you pussy footing, we gotta fuckin' move motherfucker's,” Drills big form marches into our bunk room as his voice still booms in the space.

His dark chocolate skin, green army vest and pants are all wet from the rain outside.

“What the fuck you bitchin' for, you going home to your fuckin' wife?” I say to him as he walks over to greet me.

He kisses my cheek, which many people would think is fucked up but most biker's are old school like that, and Drill is one of the longest members of our mother chapter in Houston.