Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 39

“Bull you go around the back, Beggar, and I'll take the front, Rest, Scurry and Winner you three go inside and make sure she doesn't leave,” Killer orders from his vantage point next to me.

We are sitting in a white van in the back of the Walmart Market in Tampa Florida.

Five weeks have gone by since we've left Kanla.

Killer, Bull, and I met up with the others in Houston and tracked Harley, first to a secret laboratory in Dallas.

The woman got me good when we managed to get her and knocked me out with a metal baseball bat on my head.

She got away and we searched for three days until we got our next lead at the old testing facility in Kentucky.

There she went bat shit crazy and starting shooting at us, but she did manage to get more drugs. We found this out because she dropped one of the vials.

Killer was getting pissed more and more as we kept losing her.

Rest wasn't helping the situation with her infatuation with Bull. And Scurry and Winner, well they were just Scurry and Winner, they did as they were told.

Loyal to a fault, but not much of a brain.

The two were brothers, Scurry, the older one by three weeks. Apparently, their dad had a lot of love to share. The two did know how to make me laugh and were great at getting information from people.

Which was how we finally got our new lead, which led us first on a private jet to California.

Michael, Killer's brother was helping us by hacking into the road cameras and a bunch of other stuff that I was still learning.

Now here we were, and Harley was inside the Walmart buying chocolate. And I was currently feeling all kinds of sick.

I kept getting nauseous, Killer said it could be the riding but Rest insisted something far more permanent than motion sickness.