Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 21

River and I rush on the flimsy narrow metal floored stretch.

We both start kicking doors. The fifth I SPOT two outfit members and two kill shots go into each of them.

We carry on doing this until the last door. My frustration is palpable when we find nothing and three bullets miss my feet by inches.

My bullets run out and I clip my new magazine in, spin around and shoot the bald-headed outfit member shooting at me from the bottom of the warehouse.

“Let's go down, I can spot a door on the end,” River points to the bottom on the far left of the Warehouse.

It looks like a locked door.

We run down as the bullets ricochet through the air. The place is smoking and smells of gunpowder. Our men and women fight, continuing to hold them off us two as we look for Beggar and Kylie.

River and I get downstairs and rush to the door as two outfit members come from nowhere and shoot.

I get one in my arm, the other grazes my ear.

“Fuck,” I curse on a hiss as I put two bullets in their heads.

I see River hold his leg and limp toward the door. And my relief is instant when I see it is a scratch.

He shoots both the locks and we open it.

“Beggar.” The room is dark and we can't see shit.

River uses his flash from his phone and we both rush to her. She is tied to a chair, her mouth gagged. Head limp.

But I can't make out if it is her or Kylie. The two look a lot alike.

River holds his phone in his mouth as we both start untying her body from the chair. I know it is her.

“She's too weak, we need to carry her,” River announces and I don't think about it as I lift her almost lifeless body in my arms.

I ignore the pain coming from my arm as I cradle her against my chest.

There is a million emotions running through my brain and it takes a fucking shit load of control not to lose my shit at the condition she is in. I tell myself I would feel this way about any of our women.

“Go check for Kylie, I got her,” I tell the Prez as the bullets stop.

I leave the room with her in my arms and see through the smoke. All our enemy's men laid to waste on the ground.

A slaughterhouse I don't regret.

Knight and Spade start dragging some of the dead men, as After tends to Bull who looks like he got shot.

There is always going to be injuries or death or both in a war. Today that is what it was, a war. At least the start of one.

“Kylie isn't here,” River yells from across me somewhere.

Beggar stirs in my arms, “Beauty, Beauty you need to wake up.”

Her eyes flutter open,

“Zero,” she croaks and moans through her words, “Kylie, where is sh...ah...sha she.”

A lightness fills me at the sound of my name from that discernible voice.

“Yeah, Kylie, she isn't here, do you know where she could be? PLEASE, BABY, try and think.” I use my good hand to lightly brush her cheek, trying to keep her awake.

“Washington, by the D.S docks,” She says before her body goes completely still.

I repeat the info to them.

“Vincent is on his way there now,” Killer announces when he gets off the call with VINCENT.

“Let's move people,” River bellows and we rush out.

When I get outside I see the one thing we didn't think about.

“How are we gonna get her on the bike, IT'S an hour and a half to the nearest hospital.”

Killer moves with me and produces a long strap with Velcro. And regardless of our evening and Beggar's condition, I smile at the fucker.

“We not gonna stop at the hospital. There's a hotel forty miles from here, Ribs and Gizbee will meet us there and bring what she needs. She's a wanted fugitive,” River announces, reminding us of what she is capable of doing.