Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 22

“Why would Lucca bring her all the way to Houston, Seattle is fuck far from where she and Kylie were, but a lot closer to us, and then he leaves Kylie in DC, it doesn't make a lot of sense, don't get it, won't it have been smarter to just take them to New Orleans.”

Mercy shares her thoughts to Knight and After as she ties up her long red hair.

The woman always likes things to make sense.

If it doesn't then she goes digging until it does. Cost the club a lot of enemies along the years. But we always stand behind family.

“It's symbolic, Washington is one of the Catelli's main territories, their Capo Vincent Stone runs it. Kylie's his. And Amariya belongs to Lucca. Her father lives in Austin, the warehouse we found her in was barely an hour away from Austin. Lucca is convinced his daughter is alive and would be with Amariya's father. Remember River said the Italian he tortured a few months back said he was going to take her and the kid to New Orleans?” Knight explains to us as he used to belong to the Famiglia years ago.

And like Beggar he has a dark story and even darker, more deadly secret that could be catastrophic to his family, so he came here, a new identity, and a new life.

“Yeah, Lucca is obsessed with her, don't blame the cunt either chick gives off the vibes,” After announces.

I roll my eyes at After's bluntness.

“He was probably gonna seek sanctuary across the border.” I muse, it seems logical, it is what I would do.

“Come on let's get that arm sorted before the anesthesia wears off,” Mercy flicks my arm and I follow her inside the hotel.

We get to the eighth floor, the orange carpets are bright and makes the white doors stand out, making it easy for even a drunk person to find their room door.

We knock on the door with the 804 metal sign screwed to the door.

Gizbee opens the door for us and we step in.

The room is relatively large. Ribs stand by the silver blinds with his vein protruding arms crossed, harsh lines and deeply tanned skin from spending his life on the road, make him more of the formidable leader I know him to be.

He gives me a chin lift as I walk into the room. River is beside Beggar with his fingers around her wrist checking her pulse.

Killer is on my right by the single desk that is next to the mounted flat screen, eyes on his phone.