Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 14

'hey, miss me yet? Still have some stuff to do should be back in an hour. What you getting up to.' Vincent

I look at the screen of my phone, blushing from another text of Vincent's. Beggar and I decided to leave the house today, we're on our way to a frat party at my University.

Vincent and I haven't been on an official date. Deno, Beggar and Vincent's cousin has agreed to keep Beggar company tomorrow night while I accompany Vincent to a family dinner.

I am nervous and giddy at the same time.

He sends me text and kisses me until I am again melting in a puddle, but now he isn't staring daggers at me when I do.

Now I get chuckles and sweet words.

We haven't had sex, not sure why I still hold back but I do.

I guess when we finally get what we want things are different. I find that I am changing and I can't stop it from happening.

'on our way to a frat party. Wont be home b4 one.' Kylie

'Be-careful, come straight back when you done, I will be waiting...' Vincent

Beggar is quiet in the car.

Stopping at the stop street, I drop the volume of the music,

“What's up, don't you want to go?” I question her.

Six weeks have already flown by since she became a permanent fixture in my life.

While she says that I have helped her, she has helped me. She won't take the place of Diamond, no one could.

Diamond is my other half.

But Beggar has become an extension of that.

She rubs the scar on her neck, “Can we stop somewhere else for a bit.”

Frowning at her sudden request, unease curls in my belly, but I shrug it off,

“Sure, where do you have in mind.”

“I have the address it isn't too far from here,” her hoarse voice laces with uncertainty.

“What's going on Beggar.”

The light changes and I drive to side of the road switching the car off. Turning to face my friend, who is looking great tonight.

I used a lot of make-up to cover the permanent scar on her neck. Her jeans are a pair of Diamonds, fit snug on her thin body, with a loose cashmere lilac top.

I'm wearing a jeans and blue t-shirt with black boots, my normal OUTFIT when I go partying at my University.

“When you were in the bathroom I heard the buzzer so I answered the door and found this.”

I look down at the tape recorder she hands to me, I didn't even know she had this.

Taking it from her out stretched hand with shaky fingers, I press play, and a man's voice comes through the small speakers. A man with a strong European accent.

“Tut, tut, tut, lair, liar, liar, always running, always hiding, you filthy dirty Beggar. Guess who I found.”

I hear a scream of a child, a girl and I drop the recorder on the cars floor.

“Who is that?” I ask her, my eyes the size of saucers.

“My monster.”

“No Beggar who is the girl screaming?” She drops her head not answering.

“Beggar, who the fuck is she Sugar.”

“My daughter.”

I am shocked and stunned by this revelation, I thought her daughter was dead. It is what I have heard. Vincent said so himself.

Life has a odd way of turning out, secrets always coming to light in the worst of times.

“He had this address attached to it.”

She hands me the crinkled note. I remain quiet as I put the cars light on to READ it, underneath the address which is an industrial area is a message,