Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 17

“Don't push him.” I bump Texas when he says this, giving him no option but to let me pass.

I go straight to the lounge knowing River is going to want to have the meeting in the common area if it is about Beggar.

The room is packed with everybody. The disinfectant scented air is thick with the tension that is coming off everyone here.

I spot an empty chair next to Mercy and walk over to take it. Knight comes down on the floor in front of me.

River is standing in the middle of the room blocking the TV. Hannah now his old lady sits to River's right on the sofa next to Spade, Storm, AND Venus.

Whisp, Chadley, and Den, three of our six Prospects stand behind them. I notice everybody in the club is around except Falon and Quinn.

“Right, now that you are all here before I tell you guys this I want all of you to remain the fuck calm, I don't need fucking bullshit. Understood,” River's words are his no shit zone.

“Yes Prez,” We all say.

“Six weeks ago Beggar escaped from Lucca's property in Washington State, she killed his men and managed to get out of there. She went to Kylie Bray's house. I received the phone call weeks after. Last night she went missing again. Now, before you all start busting my balls, you need to understand where I was coming from. Since I have got here there has been shit storm after shit storm. It wasn't a matter of trust by keeping this under key. Beggar was going to come on home, but not until she was ready. It was her choice not to say a thing. Now I know many of ya'll are probably pissed off but I think the girls choices are to be respected. These past months we have searched, tortured, killed, whatever the fuck we could to get her back and she ended up saving herself. I don't think this time around she's gonna get the chance. So I need to ask all of ya'll to put down your differences, put aside you fucking feelings and your own personal shit and help me find her and bring her the fuck home. Beggar never just saved our women, but a war with the outfit. She sacrificed herself for us and it is our duty as her family to do the same for her. So who the fuck got a problem with that talk now and get the fuck out.” The room is quiet.

We are all too shocked to say a thing. Beggar was at Kylie's house and she didn't say shit.

Why? I instantly scan the room for Killer but he isn't there.

“All my heads meet me in the basement in thirty.” River walks off and I get up following him.

Storm stops me with his hand on my chest, “Hold on man, are you good?”

A few months back he was just as fucked up as I was for different reasons. The bottle was his only friend until Killer beat the shit out of him when he found out Storm was dating Kylie and River was our new President.

I treated him like shit, and now he is asking me if I am good.

I embrace the young VP, “Yeah man let's just get it done.”

I walk down to the basement, the door is open and I stop mid-step, listening to Killer, “...Beggar won't survive this time. When I saw her a few weeks back, I told her I would find him. She was in my arms. I should have insisted and just brought her ass back here. I won't make that mistake again.”

“I know you won't, she is counting on you.”

The rage that burns in my blood, blinding me to the killer I was trained to be is at the point of insanity.

“You knew and you didn't fucking tell no one,” I bellow as my feet drop to the basement taking the stairs four at a time.

"He told me." River is leaning on the desk where he sits.

Killer is standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.

Covered in black, from head to toe. His rings and piercings make his tattoos more formidable under the brighten light.

"I don't have to say shit to you. You moved on from her with a fucking letter, that she didn't even want to fucking read. She isn't yours, so step down brother."

His words cut fucking deep as his emotionless face turns to me. He is so calm, but I can see the rage in his cold stare. I know it because it matches mine. I walk closer to him.

“She isn't yours either.” I uppercut him in his gut.

He retaliates, tackling my legs, bringing me down.

The chairs bruise my back as I fall hard on them, some topple over with me while others wheel away.

I push my legs up, my left one bends from the back and my right straightens in the front as I balance my body.