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

My story has never been my own, it always belonged to somebody else, another person playing front and center.

Me- Always the passer-by.

Not many people know my story.

Most have never asked.

I mean why should they? I am just the beggar on the street.

I'm the skinny dirty girl, way too skinny.

'She must be a drug addict', most people say, 'a whore'.

How many of them actually considered the truth, I was hungry.

How many stopped and rolled down their automated windows and actually gave me that fifty cents, or dollar? Not many.

Because how could I possibly be hungry. People see me as the drug addict whore they want to see me as.

None of them stop and consider that I was a kid at one time, born from a mother, innocent and clean just like them.

Naked just like them. No, because the world judges. We are categorized to fit people's naive minds.

And I, the skinny hungry girl am categorized as the whore, the drug addict and all the other sick shit that people think up and point at me.

Telling their kids about how these street junkies get by, scaring them with lies to justify the evilness of their own mind. That is what people see when they look at me, Beggar.

Well, at least they did.

Months ago, I met a group of bikers. They called themselves Satan Snipers.

I saved their princess Falon by killing two guys who wanted to rape her.

The Enforcer of the club, Zero, took me with them that night.

My life changed FROM that very first night. I had a hot shower, my own bedroom, and three full meals a day.

Life was great.

Storm, the Vice President and I became fast friends.

Knight, Spade and Snake were my teachers. They taught me to fight, allowed me the opportunity to be like them.

Guess they didn't know I was already a deadly weapon. A wanted killer with a few targets on my back and a bounty on my head that was so large, sometimes it had me asking why couldn't I just hand myself in.

But life never worked that way for me, even death was too easy these days.

Killer, the one in the Satan Sniper's Clubhouse that saw me for who I was from the very day- A woman without a soul, never batted an eyelash of who I was.

He became something in my life, something that had questioning shit I didn't want to be questioning. And Zero, the scarred scary Enforcer of the Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club, was the man who owned the last piece of me.

He took that final piece of humanity I had in me, I never stood a chance.

Zero made my demons livable with words I knew he could never keep.

He was the one who forced air into my lungs when I forgot to breathe. He held me when just a touch proved too close to hell.

Zero taught me life, something I forgot I still had, and for that short while I pretended I could be his.

Now he hates me, for good reason, that I can't fault him.

He thinks I knew his brother was his brother. He thinks I used him to kill his brother, Thorn.

Zero believes that I will kill his brother.

And while most of what he thinks is wrong, the most important part of that is the truth- I will kill Thorn.

Not because I am the sick killer The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club probably think I am, but because I don't have a choice.

I have to do it for her.