Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 46

The day I set my future, that day I chose to walk this path, Marco told me that vengeance always comes at a high price.

He said if you play your cards too soon the opposition will take you out, if you play them too late you will get sloppy. Timing is everything where pay back is concerned.

Finding the right mark and knowing how to place it is just a bonus.

I grab the hotel robe that is hanging on a towel hangar behind the white door and slip it on.

I open the door to see Zero sitting on the bed, slipping on his boots.

He looks at me, and the small visible part of the chain covering my skin. It covers my burn like the polar necks I used to wear.

Beautiful diamonds to cover up the ugliness that is my life, keeping me hidden. Unlike the polar neck material that once served the same purpose, these diamonds do not come off.

Only one person can remove it and he isn't going to. At first when Killer put this necklace on my neck, I was angry and self-conscious wearing so many diamonds. But now I see it for what it is- A permanent protection, a shield, a collar owned by the devil himself.

And looking at the hard glint on Zero's face, he knows it too.

Killer has claimed me and while I may not be the devil's mistress, it doesn't mean I am not owned by Satan.

Zero laces his boots and stands up, coming closer toward my stationary form.

He is wearing a white tee that stretches across his chest and hangs loose around his hips.

He lifts his hand, cupping my cheek. The first tender touch I have gotten from him these past weeks.

I stare into his dark emerald eyes as his fingers caress my flesh, watching as his gaze falters to the necklace.

Lifting my own hand to his roughened skin. I touch him the same way he is touching me, finally earning the depths of his soulful green gaze that haunts my days.

But also breathes life into me for these times it stares at me with such unaltered heat that I am stationary in these moments. I can say in this specific one I see my past, present and imminent future flash before me.

But like life, it comes and goes.

Too bad this won't be how we will stay, too sad that our story is just that, a once upon a time.

“Tonight, you are mine,” His words have my eyes widening.

I gulp.

He gives me a small grin, showing me that part of him I do know. But all too soon the moment is gone. All too sudden he is a masked man.

He touches my nose with his index finger of the same hand that just seconds ago held my face with a caress of a lover.

“I want to be yours now too.” I say in a roughened tone as I drop my hand from his face.

He grabs my wrist and puts my hand behind my back, taking me unaware that I gasp, “What are....”

My words die in my mouth because Zero's lips are mashed to mine. Maybe someday soon I will think of why I open my mouth and use my other hand to grip his waist.

Why I push my body to his. Maybe someday soon I will question whether this kiss was one of lust or was this really as earth-shattering as it feels in this moment as my body hums for more.

But like everything good in my life it ends.

And I am left staring at Zero's retreating form as he leaves me here, with a promise of later, a kiss and in the care of the devil.

He doesn’t look back.

I snap out of my mind and into gear long enough to slip on a pair of dark jeans, Zero got for me a week back.

A white and black-tie dyed t-shirt and a brown leather jacket that is tight around my waist when it is zipped up complete my outfit.

Twisting my hair, I style it in a French plait and pull out my black studded boots, also bought for me by Zero.

He might not have a say about the collar around my neck, but he made sure to draw the line with my clothes.

And I had to give him credit when he didn't bat an eyelash when I said he was childish, considering I already had clothes.

But the man can be persistent and Killer told me to let him have that.

I am still not sure what he meant by 'have that' so I just caved.

I do like the jacket, a lot.

“You ready? Let's move,” Killer yells from not too far from me.

I turn to see him walk into the room just as I zip up my last boot.

He is wearing black denim pants, a black and blue button-down shirt that is rolled up by the sleeves showing some of his tattoos on his arms.

Add in his blonde hair and hardened exterior, Killer will never be able to blend in.

“Are you done?” He asks me as I continue to size him up.

“Yup, let's move.”

He looks at me from head to toe, and I know he isn't checking me out but assessing me.

“Where’s your knife and gun? Strap up,” He orders as he folds his arms across his chest. See, what did I say? Assessing.

I go to the side of the bed and open the draw. My black hunting knife is the first weapon I grab.

I picked this up a few days after we left Kanla. We were in Houston. Spent a few nights with the Houston Chapter and met this woman, names Rangler. She doesn't talk much, and never batted an eye-lash when Zero and Killer walked in. But the spark in her eyes when she pulled out a cloth of knives was something I won't forget.