Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 19

The slap across my face isn't a hard one, but with the bruises around my jaw from the beating I took last night after I killed another one of Lucca's men, it stings like a bitch.

“You should see how she screamed. Beggar, Beggar,” he laughs as he mimics Kylie's voice.

Every day he shows me a small video, forcing me to watch what his men do to Kylie.

It is fucking sick. I have experienced her torture for hours. For her, it has been weeks.

I lost the number of days that have gone by. My mind closes in, my body weakens from lack of food, water, and the amount of pain I am in. But I welcome it, knowing that hers is so much more severe. I should be there and she should be here.

For Lucca that is too easy for me.

“Rape,” he said last week, “is something that once it happens the first time, the other times just don't hold a candle.”

He doesn't know how wrong he is.

It only hurts more.

Every time a bit of your soul chips away until you got nothing left.

I know she screams for me.

When she is sleeping, she cries, begging me to kill her.

She wants to die.

Kylie is at another warehouse in Washington.

Lucca thought it was funny that his men rape and torture her in Vincent's territory.

I think it is stupid. Vincent is a dark soul, he was born with madness that made an insane person sane.

I have seen it with my own eyes.

Lucca doesn't know Vincent as I do. He hasn't seen Vincent as I have.

A haunted man, with a cursed soul, is much worse than a man with a dead one.

Six Years Ago

I never believed in goodness, I stopped believing in people's bullshit because I knew better, I learned all my lessons in the worse possible way.

Yet, why did I trust him?

Why did I think he was different.

He is different, yeah really fucked up different, that is for sure.

So different I'm in this ditch with a dislocated shoulder or maybe it's broken.

My ribs on my left side under my naked bruised breast presses underneath the tissue of my skin.

I am having trouble breathing. but I am too weak to care, too frail to do anything right now.