Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 37

The bottles rattle as the fridge door slams shut with more force than I intended.

But fucking hell, what the fuck did I do in my previous life to get such a fucking shit run with women.

I pop the cap and take a long swig of the hop in my hand.

My head drops onto the fridge door, the bottle dangles from my fingers as I think of how fucked this day is.

“Zero.”

Closing my eyes, I try fucking hard to control my anger and not lose my shit on the woman standing by the kitchen door calling my name.

Quinn is not the person I need to be here right now.

“Not now,” I tell her and it comes as a plea, only it isn't heard, and I know this when I hear her shoes move closer to me.

She touches my shoulder and I straighten from my position by the fridge and take another much-needed swig of my beer.

“When is ever the time Zero, since she's back you spend more time avoiding Beggar than you actually spend being with me.”

“If you aren't happy then go, I'm not forcing you to stay with me.”

She looks at me as if I punched her and I feel like a fucking asshole for it but I can't keep having her giving me shit about Beggar.

“Don't look at me like that, you are overreacting, I haven't claimed you Quinn, I like you, fuck you are a fucking great woman. You said you didn't want to be the other woman and I respected that and gave you this straight, I told you I wasn't ready for a woman's name on my dick. You knew the night I fucked Beggar, I wanted to end it, you said no. We good, you and I. You closed that shit down and we moved on. Today it was a fucked up day and I can admit that it wasn't right having her at my back, but fuck Quinn, what the hell were you thinking with that stunt you pulled? If you had waited and given anyone of us a chance you would've known that Killer gave the order she ride with me.”

Quinn is standing in front of me, her curls hiding some of her face. Her lips are pinched together. I lift my index finger pulling them apart.

Quinn probably has a shit ton to say, but Killer is Killer. He is the fucking national V.P of our club, I can't tell him no unless I have a fucking valid reason.

I stare at her for a while, she is no Beggar, no Falon, but Quinn is a good woman. We have also been together a fuck load longer than Beggar, and Falon.

“We have something, you and I,” I tell her, then I chug the rest of my beer down and take my woman's hand and pull her closer to me.

She engulfs me in a hug and I smell her hair before giving her a kiss on her head.

“I'll talk to Beggar,” she says, and I already know that isn't a good idea, but I don't say it.

Instead I do what I should have done in the beginning.

I pull her by her hand, and walk as she trails behind me.

“Zero where on earth are we going? We have a club meeting in five minutes.”

“Exactly, the whole house would be here.”

Killer and Beggar come too, and though I am surrounded by my club brothers I keep my eyes alert, looking from Thorn, who is on the sofa and Beggar who is walking with Killer close on her heels that they are actually touching.

A movement to the side of my head catches me and I instantly relax when I see After walk toward my brother and sit next to him.

She didn't say anything, but then I don't expect After to say shit but I do know she won't let anybody harm Thorn.

Beggar and Killer get here, and Killer comes and shakes my hand.

His eyes say nothing but the tight grip on my hand as his fingers squeeze around it says quite a bit.

Beggar walks up to us, I tense, not sure what she is going to say. She has been snippy lately. Her temper very unpredictable and Quinn also stiffens next to me and I squeeze her hand in reassurance.

It feels like everybody fucking quietens. They all know our short history, our little affair.

Her black eyes that has held me captive, that has been my nightmare as much as my fantasy stares at Quinn, not at me.

I frown but don't say shit, it feels like Beggar is walking past my grave like she is forgetting I exist.

From the corner of my eyes, I glance at my brother's seated body and harden my resolve. She is the reason he can't walk, he is on a fucking couch.

He is also looking at her, and I expect anger but it is not anger on Thorn's face but something else, something I don't fucking like, because I can't understand it.