Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 16

“I got three extra crates of glasses, and two extra of ash strays. Think everything is about done. How long before we open?”

I'm sitting on the empty black tampered glass of our new club.

Snake and I have been finishing off with the orders for the opening of our Night Club.

We've all been putting our weight on this while searching for any new leads on Beggar.

The Prez told us to focus on the new club and he and Killer would keep us informed on Beggar.

“Not sure, with all our time split between looking for Beggar, the club, government calling us and this shit storm here, don't know, hopefully, end of November.”

He gets back to his tablet, and I stare at the small snakes tattooed to the side of his face.

It is a small piece from our club emblem. Knight has the same ones on his neck.

Snake lifts his head, his green eyes are light that they look almost yellow.

He reminds me of a snake. Not so much now that he cut his hair.

“Fuck, the women were bitching this morning, River doesn't want them leaving alone at night, imagine how After and Mercy took it. I'm on my way to the station, gonna talk to Sheriff Briggs. Someone reported an unknown vehicle yesterday coming through town, Deane checked it out and got the plate's digits. Car's registered to some Grant Soares. Picked him up last night, apparently, fucker got a wrap sheet to match all fucking wrap sheets.” I tell him. Deane is the deputy Sheriff in Kanla, had a thing for River's woman, the Prez shut it down.

“That is what the pussy Sheriff thinks, he'll crap himself if he sees the first page of Killers'.”

We both laugh at that.

“What are you two on about?” Quinn walks through the open space that has only one set of chairs and a small table where Snake sits on.

She is holding a box in her hand and her face lights up when she sees me sitting here.

“Man talk,” Snake says as he jumps off his chair and snatches a bottle of water from the counter I'm sitting on.

“Then maybe you can put that man talk to some use and get those chairs and tables here tomorrow.”

Her brown curly hair bounces when her neck turns to him.

Snake laughs, “Yes Ma'am.”

I remember when he said that to Beggar, we were eating at the dinner table when she told him it was bad manners to tell Whisp that her food tasted more awful than the rotten eggs he once ate during our time in Iraq. Beggar thought he called her a man, and she told him if she grew a pair of balls she'll let him know.

It is enough to dampen my mood, a reminder that she is still missing. Here I am moving on with my life.

“Babe, why are you frowning,” Quinn asks me as her fingers touch my thigh.

Her turquoise gaze that seconds ago was twinkling now stares at me in worry.

“Nothin'.” I touch her nose with my finger.

I made a vow to myself, I'm not going to fuck up things with Quinn because of her.

“Well in that case are you ready to leave? I have a shift in twenty.”

I can tell she wants to say more but holds her tongue.

Her long legs eat up the distance to the door and I give Spade a chin lift on my way out.

My phone rings as we get to my bike and Quinn starts putting her riding gear on as I slip it out of my front jean pocket.