Zero and Beauty's Breath (A Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 - 4) novel Chapter 50

A lot can happen when you aren't looking. People can change. Sometimes in the weirdest of ways.

The woman sitting on the sofa staring at me is one of them- Kylie Bray, only she said I must call her Frost.

When I walked into this suite, Vincent was drunk off his mind. He and I shared a few words, and as I suspected he was gone after our little talk. And I finally got to spend some alone time with Kylie.

When I saw her sitting on the carpeted floor, in a room that once suited the billionaire girl, I just stood there, knowing already she was different.

The air in this space is heavy even for me.

Vincent was drunk, out of his mind. He could barely look me straight in the eyes.

I wasn't getting a good picture. And when she looked up at me approaching, I was faced with a frozen girl. It wasn't hard to nod my head and listen to her request of me calling her Frost, no it wasn't hard at all.

Truth is, the longer I stayed the colder I felt. She was, but, a frosted version of herself.

I have been on the road for weeks now and up until today I have not dropped the need to see Kylie.

It has been a while since I have seen her.

The last time was a glimpse of her as the men dragged her out of the warehouse, away from me.

I wanted to know she was fine. But there is another reason I am here, and my friend though her face is disfigured and she is half the person she was, I can see her fighting spirit trapped in there, somewhere.

She is begging to find her way.

“Maybe I should just learn to ride and then he'd leave me be,” I tell her once I get off the phone with Zero.

We have been discussing Zero and Killer's behaviour in lengths.

The two of them have been in my space constantly. I can't leave the hotel without one of them, and though I see why they are the way they are, I can take care of myself.

I was hoping to leave the hotel and the confines of Killer and Zero’s watchful gaze and deceptive eyes.

The two of them had made it such that at least one of them is always around me. It is almost as though they can read my inner thoughts, like my true intentions are written all over my pale face.

Kylie gets up when her phone makes a sound and walks with a limp to the bathroom.

“I think whatcha need, is to tell ’em to both fuck off, do what you wanna do. There ain’t one reason why you should listen to either of them. Zero can be an ass-hole on a good day, and Kevin, well my brother never felt anythin’ other than the hardness of his dick, and the trigger on his finger but they still human, both bleed, both are men, so put them big boots on and show’em the badass you keep all chained up.”

Her voice grows faint, with it comes to an overflow of dread as it fills my insides. I get up, knowing that I need to follow Kylie.