Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 36

I'm just tired of them treating me with kid gloves.

My stomach chooses that moment to roll and I start feeling like puking my guts out.

The sudden change must show on my face when After pushes Zero aside and looks at my face for a few beats, then she takes the cold drink and gives me a speculative stare.

“What?” My voice is accusing and I don't even know why.

“Call me fucking dumb, and the timing shit, but this is the third time this week you had that look when you drank coke. My sister had that look a few times, wanna know what it was?” Her big brown eyes tell me she really wants to say it, and I shake my head.

“Not really, but you gonna tell me anyway.”

“You bet your ass I am.”

“What the fuck are we talking about?” Zero bellows and we both face him.

“Nothing, I am going to let you figure this shit out on your own first, then I am going to tell you I knew it all along.” After says to me, thinking better of what she was about to say.

The heat is scorching and I bend down to tie my laces of my boots.

I stand up as my phone vibrates. I slip it out of my denim pocket and see Killer's name flashing. I ignore Zero's forward eyes and swipe right to answer.

“Yo.”

“Get your asses back here now, just found Stacy Ferns, she's dead,” Killer's words leave that ice-cold feeling of rage in me.

This girl needs to be stopped.

“On our way.”

“Don't forget to put your gloves on.” I clip the phone off and relay the message to After and Zero leaving the last part out.

We rush in silence to the bikes, and my stomach tumbles as we get closer to the road where we parked.

“You ride with Zero,” After tells me as she grabs her helmet from her bike.

I wordlessly walk to Zero's bike, as he moves ahead of me, not pointing out that he has a girlfriend.

The last time I pointed that out was when I first jumped on his back. It feels like ages ago, but his dark angry scowl and his words are still as fresh as though it happened just last night.

So I shut my mouth, minding my own business.

“Can we keep this between us,” he says as he hands me his helmet and I slip it on and wait for him to get himself on the bike.

I don't answer as it doesn't need one. He wants me to keep it quiet from Quinn, and I want to tell him it is not me who he should be worried about telling her shit.

Wisely I remain silent, and hold his shoulder, swinging my leg over and scoot back enough, holding his hips.

“Why are you holding me like a fuckin' stiff,” he shouts and I roll my eyes, knowing he can't see me.

After walks toward us and gives me my gloves and I can say, I take them with a groan. Slipping the green gloves on I place my hands back to Zero's hip.

“Put your fuckin' hands around me, I'm not going to be cruising.”

“Just ride the damn bike, and stop whining,” I snap.

But as usual Zero does what he wants, and grips my wrists and pulls it until my arms are wrapped around him and my chest is partly touching his.

He thinks I am stupid, we both know that this isn't how I am supposed to hold him.

He revs his bike before I can say shit about it and turns and for some reason that just has me fuming. He is such a fucking jackass, him, River and Killer.

First River, bossing me around, telling me what to do, buying me shit I don't want. Then Killer, trying to control my every move and now Zero, first he fucks me, then he walks away and pretends nothing happened.

Now, he wants to smile, and get my hands on him. One of these days, I am going to blow.

I never had a temper like the one I feel.

When I was on the streets, I had to be smart, when I was running from Lucca, I had to be invisible, and when I started hunting my list I had to be quick and tight, one move could get me killed.

Now I feel anger, a new emotion, one like this is dangerous.

We stop at the beginning of the road waiting for After. Once her blue and white bike is next to us we ride.