Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 30

To say I settled in would be an understatement. A month to date since Zero left me in that barn without even an ounce of regret.

Our lines were marked that day, he proved to me that all I was to him was a step-in.

He showed me that what we had between us was nothing compared to what he shared with Quinn and I admitted to myself that day as I waited for him to return that I was not okay with that.

I told Killer what happened, and I also told him how I felt and he understood.

Killer held me that night and I made a promise to him and myself to not allow anybody to treat me like I was less.

Killer knew me, even with the scars I hid from most of them in plain sight.

My training started shortly after, only I worked harder, pushed myself further.

Training under the watch full craziness of Spade and the eager eyes of Mercy, I have almost completed my training as a Satan Sniper.

One step closer to actually earning some real money. A step closer to finally finishing what I started years ago.

Mercy has been teaching me how to hunt, she says I am a natural hunter. I am good with tracking and looking for clues which she calls marks.

Last week I was given my first task, which required me to learn the joy of google and fast internet service which is called Fibre.

I had no idea people could be found so easily. The job was to collect anything on a Lance Grant. Since then I have become a bit of an internet addict.

“So you think they'd let us go?” Den has been keeping me company since I started cleaning the laundry room.

He is currently sitting on the washer while I fold the last bit of laundry. The room is big and has a dishwasher, two driers, and three washers.

Two of them have packed up. The one he is sitting on across from the door is one of them.

I look up at the prospect who is around the same age as me. His eyes are currently the color of a leopard's coat is stuck on my new phone I got yesterday.

Killer said it took the best pictures and Den told me that these ones with an apple on them are expensive. River didn't comment when I mentioned what Den said over breakfast this morning.

I got snappy and banged the phone in front of him as he was the one who got it for me. Which is how I ended up with extra chores for a week and an irritant Den who is getting ants in his pants from staying under 'lock-down.

“Don't know, Hannah ain't allowed, so if the Prez says yes then Hannah is going to get pissed.”

It is thirty minutes later when I am finally done with my punishment. I go straight to the dining area knowing Chadley made sweet buns and Custard slices today.

My steps falter when I see Killer, Knight, After and Venus all sitting around the left side of the big black wooden stained table, with pictures scattered all over their side of it.

I spot the custard slices and rolls on the right and head straight to it.

Grabbing two custard slices I walk closer to them as I take a big bite of one of the slices. I bend over Venus and look down to see the pictures which consist of a bunch of dead bodies.

“What happened?” I ask them before I slip the rest of the first slice in my mouth.

“This is the pictures from the sheriff's office, the work of a serial killer,” Killer answers, his attention still stuck on the mass of photos, “we first thought it was Lucca, but just got new evidence we could be looking at a trained killer gone rogue, grab a chair, I want you in on this.”

I don't question Killer's order.

The rules with me and the club haven't been put down in black and white. An unspoken one lingers- I am with them for life. It was a deal Marco Catelli- the true head of The Famiglia, my cousin made with the club's National President Ribs.

It was also the last order he gave to me when I lived with Kylie.