Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 13

“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.

A gun against 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 me. My life was never my own, it belonged to someone else, her, my sweet baby girl that would never call me mommy.

I stand up to my tall form and my eyes that are full of the same emptiness of his, look right at Killer, he can see me.

I am a filthy, dirty beggar. But Kylie is right I am not worthless.

"Let's go for a ride." Killer says as he moves to the walk in closet and starts pulling out a jacket and pants.

A biker jacket.

It is the way he does it, so familiar, like he knew it was there.

“You know this is Diamonds room, why did you ask Kylie that if you already knew.”

He brings the jacket and track pants with a folded jeans to me.

“A reaction speaks more than an entire conversation, now change your clothes.”

He doesn't leave and I don't bat an eye, maybe some woman would, but I am not other women. I am Beggar.

My pajama pants and top are off my body as I slip on the jacket with nothing underneath it.

“Jeans first, then the track pants,” Killer says when I grab the track pants first.

After I am done he stands behind me and his cold hard hands grip the back of my neck.

He puts a bit pressure on it, forcing my head to drop.

“I'm going to find him and together we are going to do to him everything he has done to you and only then will we kill him,” Killer whispers as his fingers trace the scarred tissue around my neck.

The words aren't a promise, or words said out of anger and passion as Zero once vowed to me.

Killer's words are a fact, a happening- A thorough prediction of what is going to be.

It is now as I stand here with the devil alone in a room that I know that the biggest monster is not my husband but the one who has my life in his hands at this moment.