Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 26

Killer told me last week when he joined me on the rooftop that he and I are just the same. Two fucked up people who don't feel the hollowness of the kill but even fucked up soulless people deserve someone who warms their bed.

I smiled that day for the first time and it was the first real smile I had in a very long time. Since then I admittedly smile a lot.

“Mercy said she wants my first lesson,” I tell Spade.

“You bet your damn ass I am having it,” Mercy comes around and drops the two yogurts on my jean-covered lap with a teaspoon. I go for the caramel first as Mercy joins Spade and me, putting her ass right between him and me.

Her red hair brushing my arms.

I smile as I pull the silver wrapping off my yogurt and stick my teaspoon in. The first bite always makes my mouth tingle.

“Zero is down at the barn and Quinn is at work, now is your chance,” Mercy says.

“Yeah chicka you better go, once Falon comes back, you gonna have two women who want your man,” Whisp's voice comes from behind me.

She and I have become better. She isn't looking at me as if she wants to gut my eyes out.

Guess getting Jade and Falon back earned me respect in her eyes.

“He ain't my man,” I gripe in my fucked up voice, knowing it for the lie I want it to be.

“That's it, we are getting your ass dressed and you are going to talk to that man, once and for all, the worst thing that could happen is he rejects you,” Mercy says and grabs a hold of me, lifting me up.

“Make sure she wears something tight, those baggies are a boner killer,” Spade steals my chocolate yogurt as he says that and I glare at him.

Mercy kicks him in the legs, “Shut up dick face.” Yeah, that is Mercy for you.

“I don't want to talk to him right now,” I tell Mercy as she begins to pull me away, toward the stairs.

“If you don't talk to that man, I'm going to pull my eyes out, and River ain't gonna be thrilled when I can't watch him get his ass kicked by Jo,” Hannah warns me, and I spot her sitting on a small chair on the side of the lounge reading a book.

“That kid is a badass. Can't believe she shot that duck we ate a few nights back,” Mercy yells.

“WHAT?!” Hannah's voice screeches.

“Shit stirrer,” Spade screams as Mercy starts making a fast exit.

“Let's move bitch,” Mercy says already on the steps.

The women move in the small space as Mercy starts ordering them around, telling one to get a hair iron, and somebody else to grab make-up, while she and Hannah start pulling out outfits from the white wardrobe.

I sit on the bed next to Spade and share his chips, enjoying the show. There is something nice about this.

It's an hour later when I am ready. I didn't want the others besides Mercy to see my body so I changed in the bathroom.

My long hair is plaited to the side in a French braid. I have on a white shirt, that is opened, with a gray vest that covers my neck right to the top.

But my shorts, these things feel uncomfortable even though they're loose. Venus says it makes my ass look amazing when I voiced my opinion.

I think it just makes me look like a hooker, but I don't say that to the women. They are all smiling and chuffed with themselves. Wouldn't want to dampen their mood.

Whisp hands me a pair of brown cowboy boots and a pair of socks.

“Wear these, in case he decides to fuck you on the tool table, it'll look hot.”

I look at her outfit, knee-length shorts and a blue vest, which is tame compared to the clothes I first saw her in at Lazers.

She is different recently, I notice she also never strays too far from Texas.