Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 20

“Find my daughter Kevin.”

“Yes Sir,” I say into my phone before ending the call.

Marcus Bray is a man that I respect. A man that has connections in places that not even my brother Michael has, and he is friends with the President.

Three weeks we have searched for Beggar and my sister.

I am on a thread of a needle.

My body beckoning me to join the murderous rampage Vincent is on in search of Kylie.

My last option was Marcus Bray, Kylie's father. A week ago I visited him in his Penthouse, I told him the truth, disregarding Vincent and Michael's objection.

And like I thought he came through.

I stare at the address I wrote on the palm of my hand then I look at all my brothers and our women who are all ready to go do murder.

“We got an address,” I yell at them all and the room heightens with vengeance.

Tonight we will shed blood. Tonight we will deliver Judgment and a one way ticket to Satan and his depths of hell.

“Tonight we do what we are born to do. We don't feel, we don't talk, we deliver our vengeance. We give them death, no life spared. Understood!” I yell at the men and women in the room. Tracking their eager expressions.

“Yes Sir,” they scream, standing with their hands behind their backs.

I feel a tinge of something. Pride. These are soldiers, through and through.

Zero comes to mind and I shoot him a text quickly with the address and to meet us there.

He has been searching everywhere, riding out for days with no rest. He fires off a reply FCK, B THER IN A CPLE HRS.

River steps forward, as I slip my phone in my pocket taking my position to the back of him.

“When I FIRST stepped foot in the Kanla Chapter, I had the knowledge that you were all Special Ops and Military. Our government's best operatives. For a while, I only knew that to be true with a select few. Today I stand here I bear witness to that knowledge. Let's RIDE.”

The room erupts in flashes as everybody gets ready. The hidden gun stacks behind the T.V and the others in the walls safe start coming out.

I walk through the house and up to my room and fetch my sniper's rifle, three black hunter knives, and a box of ammunition.

I shove it in my black bag and zip it up, strapping it to my back and I welcome the nothing I feel.

The emptiness of The Ghost.

River (The Satan Sniper's President)

My life has always been a ride for the finish line.

I have watched men bleed until their very souls have twisted and turned, leaving their body.

I have seen death in numbers of a thousand. I’ve faced off with killers who fight for things they know not of.

I have murdered fathers, taken meaningless lives for a country that will never surrender, that will always want more.

I have experienced life and love and all those fucking in-betweens’.

I have watched my father die as he took his last breath with so much hate that I wished him to suffer.

Life has always been a fucking ride to the finish line but with my brothers and our women at the back and the throttle of the bike I have soared breathing in another day.

There is death where I go now, it waits for me, screaming its penance on my sins. I’m choking with the vibration of the engine between my legs. We ride, as one.

My Kanla brothers having my back.

I never thought my life will be this way. I never thought I will settle for one place. But one we are.

We ride for our souls, we ride for our right, but mostly tonight we ride for our freedom. And we don’t fucking stop! We never slow.

This is what we are, this is who we have become- Chaining ourselves to each other and we do it as one.

People always ask us why do we call ourselves The Satan Snipers, today as we unite as one we conquer, because when we are together it is our enemies we will taint, it is our enemies who will parish.

Tonight on this day we will spill the blood of the ones who have wronged. We will pass one Judgment- A Satan’s death.

We will be merciless as we punish.